Hot Dog!

Today I went to see a bunch of dachshunds discuss human rights.

No no, I’m not making this up. Really. Check it out for yourself.

Anyway, they didn’t seem very talkative – although I suspect they made roughly as much progress as the regular UN would have if they’d been plonked in a Melbourne park for an hour one brisk winter afternoon.

Some Key points:

  • Russia, as always, looking for new territory (sorry Kyrgyzstan!)
  • Who the hell knows where Gabon is?
  • Bolivia obviously sniffing something.
  • Italy having a siesta.
  • Djibouti checking its booty.

A Frankfurter wiener?

It was, as they say, a sausage fest.

Needless to say, cuteness per square metre pretty much hit an all time global maxima. Good to wear bright shoes too, give the dogs something to talk about.

On the way home I saw a few other things:

This building rocks! (ha! See what I did there?)

These pots utterly captivated me, although I can’t put my finger on why, exactly.

I spent 10 minutes standing here, utterly transfixed. Rooted to the spot by the majesty, the beauty of this vista.

Weirdest garden ornament ever. Yes, that is smoke. On the water. The rim is almost, but not quite, deep purple.

It’s the glorious thing about life. There’s beauty & wonder around every corner.