I invited my neighbor over so Roz (her dog) and Bowen (my dog) could play. The dogs got along great; they ran around and hung out. But we sat on the bench on the picnic table. Somehow it didn't feel right. Ruh-oh. The picnic table collapsed! Rotten wood (this IS Seattle). Should we get a new one? I need it by Mother's Day. Dennis wants to try to fix it.
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