Doggy dancin'

I faithfully did my homework this evening. Two days in a row! This is how one gets an A+, right? Consistency wins the prize? I realized about 7:00pm that I'd forgotten to make a plan for taking my daily me-vitamin, so I stopped right in the middle of supper prep, rushed into the living room, and called to my dog to join me. I turned on the radio and surfed stations till I found something we could dance to, and then we cut a rug. Okay, Izzy was more interested in his Christmas beef-marinated rawhide than he was in following my lead, but he did do a brief jig at my feet while I did my best Rockette kicks to Frank Sinatra singing, "New York, New York". He got into it with me a little more when I tuned in The Troggs' "Wild Thing". He happily munched away at his treat while I flailed on, solo, to eight other songs, then we both gave it up. Want a playlist? Okay, here's my first ever iMix.

By the way, Miki, if you're reading this, I did my Solid Gold moves in your honor to your favorite Keane song.

Sure, sure, go ahead and laugh at me. I admit it; I love Peter Frampton.

One more thing: I started up my "nighttime blog" again, in case you'd like to stop in. It's called Adventures in Slumberland.