11 April, 2011

I’m not sure what’s funnier…

My deep and abiding love of Lady Gaga’s totally fluff pop dance music, or the fact that every time Tink hears any of it, she comes running and is all “HEY MOM LET’S DISCO!”

Yes, discoing with Tink is one of my guilty pleasures. In fact, because it’s so often the only kind of exercise that doesn’t kill me, I’ve now found a lyrical dance class (they didn’t offer “Disco with Dogs”) where the instructor is willing to work with me and my cane and possibly service dog to teach me to dance.