Luckily for Harvey, and me sometimes, the neighbors have a trampoline. These are major fixtures in the Midwest. We only wish that Grandpa had one, but then he would have to deal with it when mowing. H loves to bounce with the next door gal.
Here is Hobbs, in the wagon, and Lou. This is Hobbs new reality, sitting or laying in the wagon being hauled everywhere. He is plotting an escape here as he had grown tired of watching us all jumping on the trampoline.
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