Thursday, November 19, 2009
Not What I Wanted to Blog About.....
It's sad when any dog dies. I've heard non-pet-lovers respond to someone's grief over the loss of a precious pet with, "Good Lord, it was just a dog."
There's no such thing as "Just a dog."
I can't even imagine the depths of my despair if something suddenly happened to the Gusman. He's just like a member of the family. And I wish I could think of something better than that tired old cliche to express how we feel about him.
Tonight, however, tens of thousands of us are mourning the loss of a dog most of us have never even seen in person. Seen in dog. Whatever.
Uga VII, the beloved mascot for the Georgia Bulldogs, died suddenly today of a heart attack. He was only 4 years old. Rumor has it that his death may be connected to the fact that he just got around to watching the footage of the Florida game, but that hasn't been verified.
Personally, I agree with my friend Wanda's husband, who suggested that Tim Tebow is somehow responsible. Probably aided by Michael Vick.
This Saturday we will have no mascot patrolling the sidelines for our game with Kentucky. Just a wreath on poor Uga's doghouse. Custom-built, air-conditioned dog house, I might add.
They aren't even going to name a replacement until sometime NEXT YEAR. Are you KIDDING me?
I was at the ballgame when Uga VII made his debut, and I was there when his father, Uga VI, made his. I wonder if I'll feel compelled to go to the first game next August when Uga VIII makes his first appearance. Please, for the love of all that's holy, someone PLEASE remind me what that last game was like in hundred-degree temperatures. I can see him on television.