When you have animals or small children, you learn to spell things. Once the word "park" is said, the dogs insist that we take them. This abandoned softball field is a perfect play place for the dogs: there are horses, other dog smells, and plenty of room to run. Every day, the horses come to see Freyja (she thinks she's a horse). There is a tall, black horse with a brown nose and white stockings that is my personal favorite. Freyja will run up and down the fence, barking playfully, and the horses will stamp and arch their necks. Cisco is not a fan of livestock, so we keep him distracted with his Frisbee.
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