After a few hours of walking around the festival, in the not-too-unpleasant heat, Jack had earned a visit to Cafe Bones at Leichhardt. Cafe Bones is in a leash-free area, and serves the only Pupaccinos (tm) in town.
Ice cold Pupaccino (tm) - note the tongue action.
Jack has't been there since he was a little pup. That time, it was his first ever off-leash experience, and I found out how badly he responded to his name when he scarpered off after a trio of schnauzers. He also embarrassed himself by polishing off every other dog's pupaccino.
This time he performed much better. If I waited till he seemed to be returning to me under his own steam, then I called his name, waved a bag of liver jerky treats, then he'd actually look like he was doing as he was told. He was totally oblivious to the pushy, three-legged beagle who hovered over abandoned pupaccinos like a wet-nosed, three-legged furry vulture.
If you own a dog, give yourself a treat and take your deserving canine friend to Cafe Bones.
Sunday's magic number: 94.9 - okay, I'll blame yesterday's shopping trip for some of those extra kilojoules.