from amych's Beep Me post:
I am shaking my tiny fist at the animal control folk who won't release him to the hub because we don't have the same last name.
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?
That is totally ass backwards and seriously pissing me off.
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from amych's Beep Me post:
I am shaking my tiny fist at the animal control folk who won't release him to the hub because we don't have the same last name.
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?
That is totally ass backwards and seriously pissing me off.
er, but YAY for the doggie being found and safe. Which is the most important thing.
YAY! for pup being found and safe but WTeffingF?!?! at the animal control people?! I mean it's good they aren't giving your dog away to a stranger but still. WTF?
YAY for Doggie being safe. WTF to the animal control people.
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?
Nope. Of course, if we DID have the same name, it's unlikely that the name-in-common would be the same one on the (admittedly out of date) dog license anyway. But they were like, "why should we believe that you have any connection? You don't even have the same name!"
"why should we believe that you have any connection? You don't even have the same name!"
Jackholes.
Jackholes.
This my thought as well. If it was "we can only release him the person on the license" that'd be completely fine, but this sounded more like "we doubt your marriage is for real because of the name thing", which... just no. Do NOT say that to my face when we go over this afternoon.
That's insane. Can't they just confirm your address? Once you break your dog out of doggy jail, the PTB need a severe talking to. Think about how many people with different names could have a pet in common.
Well, since they're an agency of the very same county where we filed both our marriage license and our joint ownership of our house, I'd think they'd be able to track down all kinds of information if they really needed to. (And I suspect it's a misspeaking jackhole at the front desk kind of jackholery and not an actual policy kind of jackholery. But I'm still mad as hell, now that I'm no longer freaking out about the existence of my boo-boo.)
amych, good news on finding the fuzzbut. Take one of your pointy things with you when you go to pick him up. Make those suckers think twice about dissing the name difference.