CHARLESTON, W.Va. -- I was sitting on the grass in my yard the other night with a lumpy old rabbit licking my feet, a once feral cat sitting on my left, and a dog with a red Mohawk on my right, when it occurred to me that my normal isn't terribly normal.
But I like it that way.
And I like that our odd-haired dog finally seemed a little happier too.
Chewie has been grieving something fierce these past two months, since losing his lifelong buddy Murry. He stopped eating. Stopped playing. Stopped going outside unless carried or dragged.
And I had no idea how to help, so I went online and did a good bit of research. Surprisingly, nowhere did it suggest giving the dog a red Mohawk, but I'll be darned if that wasn't what seems to be doing the trick.
Cesar Millan, take note! We might be on to something.
Someone needs to research the impact a spiked red Mohawk can have on sad terriers with questionable fashion sense. But perhaps Chewie's an anomaly. He's never been run of the mill in a good many ways.
He violently attacks our rear windshield wipers when we're out for a drive. He sings if you merely pick up a harmonica. Blowing into it isn't required. He's just a little guy but can lift a full-size lawn mower or vacuum cleaner off the ground while it's running. And he likes clothes.
I've never been a fan of dressing animals, but Chewie is my daughter's dog, meaning that much like his master, he's had an impressive wardrobe from the start. I never believed dogs needed nor wanted to wear clothing, but if it's even a little bit chilly, Chewie will go to his basket and nose through his clothes until he finds something he fancies. More often than not, it'll be a pink striped shirt with a white button-down collar, which he'll drop at our feet. If he wants it off, he removes it himself.
Still, I could tell this depression of his wasn't something a new outfit could erase. Even a designer wardrobe, one tailored to show off his newly slimmed waistline, didn't seem sufficient to draw him out of his funk. The solution came quite by accident, after I tried to schedule an appointment to get his hair cut and found the local groomers booked solid for weeks.