Well, my aunt square dances with her dogs, so I don't see why not.

In Iowa, everybody who was anybody had a restored vintage tractor. Every implement or farm supply place with any pretensions had one. People would keep the tractor in the garage and the new car outside. It was a really big deal. My little college town would have Ag[riculture] Day and there would be fifty pristine trailer-queen tractors in the park.

And I assure you there was absolutely no laughing.