We were out and about with Uncle Carlos the other day when we came upon a playground, which had swings for kids. Franny and I started wondering, why should kids have all the fun? Why not dogs, too? It turns out that swinging is a blast and Franny even started reciting poetry. I think I'll ask Martha to get us some swings for the farm.
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