Post by Kirsten Jade on Oct 14, 2012 21:18:42 GMT -5
JAZZAWAY
I want to get away... I want to flyyyyyy awayyyyy yeahhhhh yeahhh How the heck did she get that song in her head? She must of been listening to Mix 96 at night again. Ah well... I want to get away... I want to flyyyyyy awayyyyy... on Jazzzaawwwayyyyy Melanie giggled and adjusted the stirrups. She was feeling weird this morning. The little black colt sidestepped away from her as she was about to mount. "Hey! You silly boy" Jazz rolled his eyes and pawed at the ground. He was anxious to get going. Melanie knew that. The little ball of energy would probably explode on the track again.
It was nothing that Melanie couldn't handle. She accepted a leg up on the colt and steered him towards the gap. Jazz bounced up and down and Melanie bounced along with him. She was going to have a sore butt after this ride...
What else would be new? She shook her head. Jazz was such a little bugger. It was time to get his legs moving on the track so that he would be nice and tired the rest of the day, then maybe he wouldn't spend his whole day bugging the other horses in the paddocks. Yeah right. Melanie sighed. It's been two months since Jazz's last race and this weekend he would be racing. Hopefully he will blow the competition away. If not that was okay too, there was no rush. Jazz was just an immature two year old after all. It would be nice though if he could get in on those good two year old races that were being ran on TW track.
We'll just have to wait and see. And work. And pray...
