angieinto and all: I know about bureaucratic bison-droppings, and I know it's frustrating being put on "Ignore" and having to listen to crappy Muzak for three days or so and feeling like it's hopeless and it won't make any difference anyway because these civil serpents just blame some other Fortress of Voice-mail and now you have to start all over again so why not move to Yellowknife and maybe I won't be treated like some pet-hating nutbar ...
But, the only alternative to getting out of town or getting depressed and overwhelmed with despair and hanging yourself in the laundry room with the little black-and-white 13" television tuned into one of those American freak-shows ("I made love to a foreigner who wore a bowler hat in an elevator in a flophouse outside Cincinnati, Ohio, and about nine months later gave birth to a Gambel's Quail who looked eerily similar to Dick Cheney who then shot me in the face") is to call, call, call ...
Believe me on this: Squeaky wheel and all ... just be relentless and call and call and call and be disturbingly nice about it, but put on the "terrified for the animals" bit, and ask who the Councillor is in your area and who the Supervisor is (At Animal Control, I believe it's Carl Bandow, son of former Supervisor James-of-the-same-surname, with whom I conducted an interview years ago which was the kicker in a story published in a regional weekly blah blah blah enough with the pathetic self-aggrandizing drivel) and keep calling them and their supervisors and have your completely uninterested friends to call them, too ...
Well, the point is that you have to get them to the point where they might do something helpful, just to never hear your all-too-familiar droning on and on ...
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