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Mixed. I knew a dear little Dachshund named Winifred and known as Winnie; she belonged to a school friend and neighbour, and we used to bath her, take her for walks and then reward ourselves with hot chocolate. So far, so good: the Physical Science teacher I had for three years of high school, also a Winifred known as Winnie (strictly behind her back) was a howling disaster. She was a poor teacher; she seemed not to understand her subject; to mask these shortcomings, she was a disciplinarian second to none and almost everyone was honestly afraid of her. I wasn't; I despised her too much; but she didn't leave me with much affection for her name.

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Then, there is the sad fact that Winnie rhymes with Minnie. On the whole, it's a No.