The temperature has dropped below -10 again, which is good for our ice rink.  The warm (relatively speaking) weather of the last week had turned it had turned to slush.  But now its frozen up again, just in time for the Celebration of Lights.  Patrick has been hard at work for weeks putting up all the lights, including up on the beehive burner.  The park looks lovely. 

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In other news, our furry waif has found a home.  There will be another dog for him to play with, and a lake to swim in.  He's being picked up on Wednesday.  It's for the best, but we'll all be sad to see him go. 

Perhaps we should change our name

Our gift shop manager found a puppy outside her house this morning.  Not having a lot of time, she brought him with her.  Nobody minded, as he proved to be an astonishgly well-behaved puppy, especially since he's at best six weeks old.  He frolicked in the snow, chewed his toy (he's teething) and napped.  Stairs are still something of a challenge.  Whenever Kathy got up, he would pad along after her.  The SPCA has been phoned, but he needn't worry, he'll have a home even if no one claims him.

We're making a hobby of this animal rescue thing.