Dance Jazzy Style

Today I had my napster radio playing while cleaning up the house.  One song really got Jazzy's attention, My First Kiss (it has Ke$ha in it).  She started dancing around the living room and then decided she needed a stage. My laundry basket became said stage.  By the end of the song, Jazzy was singing along and dancing away.  For the rest of the day I've been randomly demanded to turn on her dancing music.

Truck failure = impromptu horsing around

A week or so ago my truck truck decided to die on the way to go see Radar.  We managed to get to the barn some how leaking fluids like crazy.  We then had an hour at the barn while we waited for rescue.  Jazz played on the swing set while I lunged Radar to get her exercise in.  Then we groomed the dirty horse until she was clean (or as clean as a horse turned out for 2 years can get) and then hopped on for a bareback ride.  Jazzy enjoyed her ride (4 walking steps forward) and then meticulously groomed every inch within reach.