Between my French lesson and a haircut - positioned on opposite sides of Munson's favourite fountain, I had a few minutes to play with the boy after he suffered through my revision of pronoms démonstratifs.
The last shot is a flashback to Munson playing there when he was three months old.
Just seeing Bondi in the background there still tears me up inside … but then I flick to another couple of happy memories from that month…
Lucky Munson had a busy day out - first the markets to pick up our friend Ghaith and rescue him from a week of work and study. Then to the beach at Botany Bay - from whence I've stitched together a panorama of the beach with the new aeroplane viewing platform.
Mid-afternoon we went down to Rushcutters Bay where Munson went to his usual bridge-viewing platform and to sniff out some freshly caught tailor fish.
Finally, what do the cats who get stared at by dogs see?
It's two months since the last Friday night barbecue for the Sydney Park dog regulars and irregular drop-ins and passers-by. Each of these get-togethers has been special in its own way, but tonight we were blessed with cake(!) and Dave entertaining us on guitar for an hour. Munson's comic vocal stylings were occasionally entertaining.
The only other dog making an appearance at the beach this afternoon was Teddy the groodle, one of Munson's park playmates.
If there's ever a malamute who'll become bipedal, it's Munson.
If there's ever a good time to rake out Munson's fur, even the dense packed wool around his rump and flanks, it's when he's distracted by a cat.
It's that time of year when every weekend has a neighbourhood festival. Today was the first time we've seen something new at the Newtown Festival - a man in an animatronic dinosaur costume.
Munson had a few things to say about this creature - especially when it seemed to be 'threatening' some of the children sprawled across the grass of Camperdown Memorial Rest Park (possibly the most awkwardly named park in Sydney).
Despite the grey skies it was a warm muggy day, so I allowed Munson to cool down with a vanilla gelato.
When you've got a big dog you do worry about how they will go when meeting strangers. Will he roll on his back and pester them for belly-scratches? You betcha.
Munson meets Rusty, who has just found a new home from pet rescue. This is his first day at the park, with Munson more than willing to cavort
Today we met a new mal in Sydney Park! Seven is a six-month old female, with very similar colouring and body-markings to Munson, although she does have a distinct mask. Despite the dangers of a March-January romance, Munson prostrated himself before her, and they played very gently with each other.
I think this is the first time that he's really played with another malamute since he came to my home. It's sad that there are so many malamutes in the area that spend their lives locked up in backyards, possibly walked without any interaction with other dogs.
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