It was bad enough that we had to hear all that nonsense from Forbes Magazine about how "Hail Flutie" was so important because it made northeastern media elites recognize that college football exists---some of us recall historic moments from 1984 on their own merits---but these PETA nimrods who opportunistically swoop down to spread their sanctimonious swill every time a college loses a live mascot really take the cake.
They don't even have their facts straight. Uga is a privately-owned family pet. Sonny Seiler is going to own pet bulldogs irrespective of whether one of them is patrolling the Sanford Stadium sideline. Live animal mascots are part of what make college football great and the conditions in which they are kept are far from cruel. Heck, Uga probably has better health care than I do.
The only public service PETA renders is getting hot actresses to pose naked to express their opposition to something or other. (I'm not sure what, exactly; my attention generally is arrested by the hot actress posing naked, although, if I knew what PETA was taking a stand against, I would give whatever it is they oppose my full-throated support, so that it would continue and PETA would be compelled to get more hot actresses to pose naked in opposition to it. Largely for the same reason, I favor killing off all the whales, so that they will be extinct by the 23rd century, so that, when Admiral Kirk returns to Earth at the start of "Star Trek IV," he'll have to go back in time to get whales and bring them forward in time to save himself from being court martialed. It's all about actions and consequences, people.)
PETA needs to sit down, shut up, and quit lecturing Sonny Seiler on what constitutes ethical treatment of a bunch of bulldogs about whom he and his family care far, far more than any obnoxious activists ever will. This is political grandstanding in its most shameful form, and their suggestion---a robot dog? seriously?---is stupid, to boot.
Go 'Dawgs!
