for this week’s theme i get to show everyone jason!

jason was my dad’s bachelor dog, and so was already quite a few years old when i came along. jason was a siberian husky and my grandparents were reportedly terrified that he would somehow “hurt the baby.” quite the opposite. i loved this dog and this dog loved me. i have been told that i would give jason a share of whatever food i was carrying around, and that he would let me remove the tasty treat from his mouth with my little bare hands if i changed my mind. he was so gentle. and he had one brown eye and one blue eye.

here we are in a typical late-70s scene:

note the brownish-orangeish carpet, the album in my hand covered in the plastic that was standard when borrowing an LP from the library, and edith bunker on tv.

i love jason. i don’t know if i actually remember him or if i’ve made “memories” of him but i remember he used to lick my feet when i was in my highchair. and now knowing you used to give him people food it all makes sense! he was so pretty.