About a year ago, I got a notice from the Town to renew the dog license for Siggy, who (as some of you may recall) unfortunately died back in 2012. So I checked the box for “deceased” and mailed it back in, only to get a second notice a few weeks later. This time, I called the Town Clerk’s office (they’re always very nice) and told them that I had sent the first notice back and that Siggy was no longer with us. You’d have thought that would be that, but no.
A couple months later, I got a rather threatening form letter from Jim, the Dog Control Dude (DCD), saying that if I didn’t cough up the money for the license (and provide proof of an updated rabies vaccination), I might have to go to court.
I had visions of having to waste an evening sitting in court with Siggy’s collar, ashes, and certificate of cremation (they don’t give you death certificate for a dog – at least, not around here) in order to prove that, yes, Siggy was dead. In fact, if it didn’t make me sad to think about him, I’d have even considered doing a version of Monty Pythons’ “Dead Parrot” sketch for the just, indicating that poor Siggy “is no more, has ceased to be”, and is bereft of life.” Instead, I called the Dog Control Office, got voicemail and left a rather stern message. I followed that up the next day and spoke to Jim, the DCD explaining that Siggy was dead and I really didn’t want to have to go to Night Court over this.
Jim, of course, was pleasant, the threats ended, and once again I thought that was that about that. Until last week, when I got yet another license renewal notice for Siggy, with the year+ expiration date highlighted in yellow.
So I once again filled out the form, marked Siggy as deceased, highlighted that portion in orange, and added a letter explaining what I’d been through last year, indicating that Siggy was, sadly, still dead, and that I would gladly pay the six bucks if it would bring him back but as that seemed rather unlikely, I’d appreciate it if they could take him out of whatever system(s) he’s in so that I didn’t have to get an annual reminder of the fact that he’s no longer with us.
Hopefully this will be the end of this nonsense, though I’m not getting my hopes up.
Maybe Siggy is not really dead? Maybe he’s sending a message from The Other Side saying “Don”t forget me!!” ?
He was such a Good Boy. Trixie’s working on going over to his side to keep him company — she always loved him. Maybe he’s calling her.
He’s really dead.
If they contact you again, you might tell them that you are considering filing a lawsuit for intentional infliction of emotional distress.
Poor ole Siggy. Hope he’s found my crew and playing and chasing squirrels with them until my arrival some day. That is my idea of heaven!
If I won, then my taxes would just go up.
Maybe if Siggy registered to vote it might get their attention.
I like that idea!
Ditto!
If you watched Bill Maher on Sunday and, like me, wished that Ben Affleck would STFU long enough for Sam Harris to get a word in edgewise (I know nothing about him either way, but wanted to hear what he had to say), then you may want to read his blog.
I did find it ironic that just as Harris was saying “…every criticism of the doctrine of Islam gets conflated with bigotry toward Muslims as people,” ol’ Ben jumped down his throat and called him a bigot.
What’s going on with Trixie? Is she ill?
She’s not dead yet. Other than she looks like she swallowed a grapefruit, she seems OK to me. I just don’t get my fingers anywhere near her.