I had the honor of petting his massive head and being baptized with the slobbery kiss that only a dog of his breed can give. They are wrinkled, massive, short legged, stubby tailed dogs whose heart is bigger than their body, filled with love and fiercely devoted. They will defend their humans against any foe and will give unconditional love. What an honor to be called a Bulldog.
I was at the game when he made his debut. He was only one year old but seemed to know his destiny. He would run onto the field with a bunch of college guys dressed in red and black as 96,000 people screamed his name and barked and carried on something fierce. He would know the comfort of an air conditioned DawgHouse on the field and could be seen lying on a large bag of ice when the temperature became unbearable in Sanford Stadium. He was loved not only by Sonny and Cecelia Seiler (his human owners), but by every one who claimed to be a BullDawg fan.
He will be laid to rest in the East end of Sanford Stadium beside the other five bulldogs who went before him. He will have a bronze plaque declaring his devotion and service for the past nine years. Tears will be shed.
Rest well, UGA VI, you've served us with pride.
