Enter Frank Sinatra’s ridiculous croon, sung softly by a urine soaked goat with a beard that hangs down below his balls, martini in his left hoof, cigarette and microphone in his right, swaying to the rhythms of bygone times.
Strangers in the night exchanging glances
Wond’ring in the night what were the chances
We’d be sharing love before the night was through
Something in your eyes was so inviting
Something in your smile was so exciting
Something in my heart told me I must have you
…”Chewbie Dewbie Doo”
As in “Chewbacca Dewbie Doo.”  As in, you are the winner Michael Fiebig.  Thank you for providing us with the most hilarious name for a buck, a name that makes me break out in song every time I see him – “Chewbie Dooby Doo” has been the theme song of late.
After two weeks here at the farm, he has settled in nicely, performing his buckly duties regularly and even causing some petty jealousies between the does. Frank would be proud. Han Solo would be too. Welcome Chewbacca.