Hay Dawg!

Last weekend I was driving past Bargy’s Farm Market when I was captivated by two mysteries.  A tower of baled hay, clearly on its way to becoming something else, stood on the grass. Nearby a teenage girl waved a cardboard sign that I couldn’t read.  I stopped. 

Once Ashley had lured me close enough to read her sign, she consented to an interview.  She told me she was helping Grandma with the time-honored technique of waving tourists down and forcing them to eat fresh asparagus and cherry pie.  She said the hay bales were going to become a dog. 

Yesterday I went by again, and sure enough, there was the dog. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to take pictures of the construction process, but you can imagine the scene. I’ve named him Hay Dawg and I think he’s a worthy challenger to the Dawsons’ Pumpkisaurus Giganticus. What’s a resort area without whimsy?