I must admit I just don't understand. This morning the goatmother came to me with a brush. "Stand still and let me brush you", she said. As she grabbed hold of my collar and started to brush, we whirled and twirled in a fast-clipped rendition of the waltz. I was very light on my feet. I was quite proud of my finesse and my superior caprine ingenuity in creating an updated version of such a wonderful old classic. The goatmother, however, was NOT happy. "Hold still!", she said. Didn't she realize one simply must practice for one's debut on Dancing With the Stars?