Pocono Dogs

Whenever we drove the back ways to get to Lake Wallenpaupak, we’d pass by a farm with three dog statues out front. For years we looked forward to seeing the dogs, as they were always dressed for some occasion. We imaged a sweet old lady inside who fussed to find just the right 4^th of July hats for her precious pups. Year after year, we’d guess at what color scarves or sunglasses the dogs would be sporting just before we reached the turn in the road. It became a part of our three-hour drive and the kids loved the mystique of the dogs.

Then, the unthinkable happened.  The dogs were unadorned one day as we turned the corner of the country road.  For the next several years, we conjectured that the old woman passed away and, with her, the custom of dressing the dogs.  We mourned a little every time we saw the plain pooches out front.

Then a few weeks back - low and behold - they’re back.  Hmmm…maybe the sweet old lady recovered from a long illness, or someone new is carrying on the tradition. Whatever the case, thanks for making us smile.  In one little corner of the world, sanity is restored.