Strange week. Confused but happy enough.
It started on Saturday while in the Chiricahua mountains of southeastern Arizona. I noticed big paw prints on my car's bonnet and realized my car had been mildly attacked by a black bear overnight. I'd been warned about a bear so I was careful to remove every item of food, but the bastard still had a go anyway. It put a couple of puncture holes right through the plastic bumper and gave it a good pull, making it hang down slightly. It ripped off the front grill and pulled at something that looks like a small radiator (I think it's an air conditioning unit cooler or something) which was still attached but hanging out somewhat. The car still worked so I headed for Tucson. After a while the check engine light came on, but I made it to town.
I'd had a long day, worked 15 hours a day for 14 straight days, and was ready to head home. I needed to get some food and some petrol. While filling up with 'gas' near the airport, in a semi-rough Hispanic neighbourhood, I noticed a Dominoes Pizza place, and thought I've not had one of those in years, that'll do. I parked outside and from out of nowhere, a tiny dog ran over and hid under my car. It took until the pizza was ready to coax the little dog out, but he was small and vulnerable and cute so I couldn't leave him by the busy road. I bundled him into my car and took him home.
I found the dog's owner yesterday, while I was waiting for the bear damage to my car to be fixed (which it wasn't, but they did make the check engine light go away). She was relieved to see that the little dog was OK, but didn't really want him back. In the meantime, the little bugger has got under my skin, so it appears that I now own him. My last dog was the world's heaviest breed, an Old English Mastiff. My new dog, whom Iv'e named Minno, is the world's smallest breed. I'm now the proud owner of a feckin Chihuahua! Twice today I've opened conversations with a Chihuahua under one arm and declared "OK, I know how gay this looks..."
Also on Tuesday, but planned for a while, I picked up my new, old, old cat, who coincidentally is called Tuesday. New because I didn't have a cat anymore, old in that she's old, and old again as she's a cat I shared with my ex-wife and lived with for five years. Tuesday is now yowling in the kitchen.
So far the cat and dog seem to get along. They're both about the same size.
Up to this point, the whole week has been ridiculous. This photo sums it up nicely.