Jack the Bulldog

It's somewhat of a Georgetown tradition for students to take the mascot, Jack the Bulldog, on his daily walks.  So I was pretty excited when a friend of mine invited me to come along for his shift on the Jack Crew.

Me and the mascot are not friends.  But, like the mean girls from my hometown, we still pretend to be all excited to see each other.  It goes like "Awwww HIIIIIIII Jack!" (me) and "yaaaaawnscratchbehindmyearforawhile...drool...go back to sleep" (him).

For starters, Jack walks, and then stops, and then runs, whenever he darn well pleases.  When my pleas of "come, Jack!  come on, buddy!" failed, I asked my friend - "So, did they ever, like, try to train him?"  Yes, they did.  Jack knew full well what I was saying, and chose to ignore it, just like a That Kid at a group meeting.

Things picked up when Drool Nugget charged up the Yates hill.  I thought he was getting some exercise.  My friend thought (correctly) that he was bolting towards a traffic cone.  Our school mascot likes to give traffic cones, shall we say, special hugs.  I don't know what is more disturbing - the fact that the dog has a traffic cone fetish, or that he's probably still less weird than a lot of the students here.