So it was my dad’s birthday a few days ago and though he’s been gone two years now, he’s always in my heart.
Sometimes, a little too much, I think.
For instance, last week I was in a funk and really didn’t feel like writing so I was scrounging around for a diversion.
Look at the scruffy dog! Look at the new clippers we just bought!
So, yeah. I decided to shave the dog. Loreth tells me she would have done it too, so I don’t feel so bad about not writing, but I do feel bad about the haircut, ’cause did I mention we live in northern Alberta and that it’s winter here?
Yeah. Not so much my most stellar idea. But they tell me the hair will grow back.
However, I digress.
Fast forward to the end of the haircut and I’ve realized that minus the small detail of having four legs, I’ve somehow managed to channel my dad from beyond and the dog now looks exactly like him.
EXACTLY like him.
Gone is my dog and instead I’ve got my dad. Silvery hair. Soft gentle eyes. Scrawny neck. Flat head. Bushy eyebrows. Widow’s peak. The whole shebang.
Even the DH thinks so.
So I find myself being extra special nice to the dog now, which is good to a degree, but he’s become rather demanding and now I’ve got to work through the guilt of saying no to my dad/dog.
Sigh. Don’t worry, I know the name of a good therapist.
But I guess you’re wondering what the heck the title is all about, right?
Yeah. Let’s get to that.
He doesn’t look like my dad did when he was older (so therefore he doesn’t resemble my dog in the least), but you see, he looks like my dad did when I was a baby.
Even the DH thinks so (are you noticing a trend of overt compliancy here in regards to the DH? Yeah. I just saw it, too. HUH?)
Okay. Back to Jason.
So, Jason looks like my dad did, is rough and tumble like my dad used to be and then there’s Ales Hemsky who is for certain going to be one of the best players in NHL Hockey very soon (my dad hated hockey, by the way) and he’s also whom Jason defended without a split second’s hesitation in last night’s game after a Sabre’s player tried to take out Ales’s knee in a questionable hit. Jason got kicked out for most of the second period for his trouble, but that’s just the kind of player he is.
So. My Dad. The Dog. Jason. And Ales.
All perfect reasons to love the Oilers.
I’m going to go get another cup of coffee now.