I think that is why I'm so loving my parents for being the Oregon face and keeping this going forward despite my lack of physical presence. Also, my mom having been in insurance means she has a very good idea of when the dog catcher is just wrong about whether we can procede. Also, Dad knows the people who own the house and is therefore calling the Stoopid Bastard on his stated intention to put up an invisible fence when it's not his property.

I have already decided that what I want is a distinct change in behavior. If the dog catcher isn't going to be my advocate than I will contact the deputy who came to see me that morning (and nearly fainted at the sight of blood, poor moppet, but he was competant and I liked him). My Dad is already seeking out the city commissioner in case we need to continue escalating. And I've established the ways we can pursue a hearing despite my being out of state.

It helps to do something. Because really, fury at the Stoopid Bastard is just making my stomach upset. How dare he use his dogs life as leverage, anyway?

And, *snicker* I just made myself a cuppa tea! Want one? It's white tea with lemon. I haven't tried it before but it's a very delicate flavor.