Fucking Crankwhore Dogs
Mar. 3rd, 2010 07:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grrgoylMy icon was practically custom made for this post. One of my rare biweekly updates, but I feel it's necessary, if only for my own benefit.
After listening to Tracey's miserable beasts until 3 a.m. the other night, you bet your sweet bippy I sent off a strongly-worded letter to the HOA. I mentioned my early morning visitor as well as the guy who had marched to pound on our door from the next complex over (back before her hearing. He was all for going to Animal Control until we told him it was already being done). I said if Tracey was going to start with the 24/7 barking again, she was going to have a lynch mob at her door. (I didn't mean it as a friendly warning out of concern for her. I personally would love that to happen.)
My jaw dropped, however, when the next day I received what sounded like a form response: "Thank you for bringing your neighbor's barking dogs to our attention. A written notice will be sent as well as follow up in this matter."
A written notice?!!?! I won't lie, I had a bit of a mini-meltdown. Which I promptly sent back to them.
The letter's author was "Ann," someone I'd never heard of. I regularly correspond with David, the owner of the property management company. I wrote back asking what had happened to him. I said he could tell her the long, long history we've had with Tracey, and that I felt we've gone way past the stage of written notices. I asked if they considered the slate wiped clean after her hearing with the city, because it sure sounded that way.
Ann wrote back soon after, sounding a bit shirty. She assured me David was still there and fully aware of the situation, "as am I." She said the slate hadn't been wiped clean, they were treating it with the "utmost seriousness," and if the letter sounded vague it was because they were trying to "preserve confidentiality."
Preserve confidentiality from who? I'm not some jogger passing by wondering what all the fuss is with those dogs. I'm the homeowner getting her door beaten down by everyone else in the neighborhood demanding to know what the hell Tracey's deal is. I'm the one lying awake until 3 a.m. fantasizing about buying a gun because it seems like everyone else is absolutely helpless to do anything. I'm the one whose rights are being trampled in the stampede to make sure Tracey is given every opportunity to straighten out and every benefit of every doubt. If I don't deserve to be kept in the loop, I don't know who does.
At any rate, I don't know much about managing properties, but it seems to me this is the email that should have been sent originally, not the other that very closely resembled a brush-off.
It's because I'm out of the loop that when I noticed a guy knocking on her door this morning I was all up in that. His clothing suggested an Animal Control agent. I was gratified the dogs were barking viciously inside, so he got to experience them firsthand. Tracey didn't answer of course, so he left a carbon copy of an official-looking paper on her door. I was dying to go out and read it, but had to be sure she was really gone and not hiding out waiting for him to leave. I risked it, long enough to see the words "Notice of Violation." SWEET.
I don't know if Animal Control ever has the authority to take her dogs away from her. People are conflicted on YahooAnswers, including some who actually asked, "Can Animal Control take my dogs away just because I let them bark all the time?" This was met with the expected amount of sympathy. What the hell is wrong with people who feel like they're being wronged because everyone else doesn't want to listen to their stupid dogs night and day? I seriously want to smack them all in the face, HARD. Starting, of course, with Tracey.
After listening to Tracey's miserable beasts until 3 a.m. the other night, you bet your sweet bippy I sent off a strongly-worded letter to the HOA. I mentioned my early morning visitor as well as the guy who had marched to pound on our door from the next complex over (back before her hearing. He was all for going to Animal Control until we told him it was already being done). I said if Tracey was going to start with the 24/7 barking again, she was going to have a lynch mob at her door. (I didn't mean it as a friendly warning out of concern for her. I personally would love that to happen.)
My jaw dropped, however, when the next day I received what sounded like a form response: "Thank you for bringing your neighbor's barking dogs to our attention. A written notice will be sent as well as follow up in this matter."
A written notice?!!?! I won't lie, I had a bit of a mini-meltdown. Which I promptly sent back to them.
The letter's author was "Ann," someone I'd never heard of. I regularly correspond with David, the owner of the property management company. I wrote back asking what had happened to him. I said he could tell her the long, long history we've had with Tracey, and that I felt we've gone way past the stage of written notices. I asked if they considered the slate wiped clean after her hearing with the city, because it sure sounded that way.
Ann wrote back soon after, sounding a bit shirty. She assured me David was still there and fully aware of the situation, "as am I." She said the slate hadn't been wiped clean, they were treating it with the "utmost seriousness," and if the letter sounded vague it was because they were trying to "preserve confidentiality."
Preserve confidentiality from who? I'm not some jogger passing by wondering what all the fuss is with those dogs. I'm the homeowner getting her door beaten down by everyone else in the neighborhood demanding to know what the hell Tracey's deal is. I'm the one lying awake until 3 a.m. fantasizing about buying a gun because it seems like everyone else is absolutely helpless to do anything. I'm the one whose rights are being trampled in the stampede to make sure Tracey is given every opportunity to straighten out and every benefit of every doubt. If I don't deserve to be kept in the loop, I don't know who does.
At any rate, I don't know much about managing properties, but it seems to me this is the email that should have been sent originally, not the other that very closely resembled a brush-off.
It's because I'm out of the loop that when I noticed a guy knocking on her door this morning I was all up in that. His clothing suggested an Animal Control agent. I was gratified the dogs were barking viciously inside, so he got to experience them firsthand. Tracey didn't answer of course, so he left a carbon copy of an official-looking paper on her door. I was dying to go out and read it, but had to be sure she was really gone and not hiding out waiting for him to leave. I risked it, long enough to see the words "Notice of Violation." SWEET.
I don't know if Animal Control ever has the authority to take her dogs away from her. People are conflicted on YahooAnswers, including some who actually asked, "Can Animal Control take my dogs away just because I let them bark all the time?" This was met with the expected amount of sympathy. What the hell is wrong with people who feel like they're being wronged because everyone else doesn't want to listen to their stupid dogs night and day? I seriously want to smack them all in the face, HARD. Starting, of course, with Tracey.
