Ok, so if you thought I was beating a dead horse before, I've only just begun.
You might not believe what the MP (SGT Washerman? Washington? Washburn? I might actually know his name if he spoke clearly) said to me on the phone just now.
I've given the MPs a couple of days of rest - it doesn't change the fact that the dog has still been tied up. But today, I've just had enough. I called again and asked the same MP who I could talk to that would actually enforce the policy. He told me to go to my area/building coordinator. Funny thing, seeing as we don't have one because everyone is gone (besides the Strykers. I don't even have time to go there).
He also told me that the owners swore up and down that they were in the kitchen at all times looking out the back window to make sure he was ok. Yeah, and Courtney Love has never done drugs. Freakin' idiots.
He essentially told me that he can do nothing - and gave me the "please don't call back" type of attitude. He also said that he has a lab mix, and he ties it up in the yard without supervising it. I was in shock, and just hung up. Only after I did so did I think of the tongue-lashing that I should have given him.
My dear Scout grabbed the phone and called him back. It takes a lot for him to get angry - and I think seeing the continual frustration on my face put him over the edge. He did a much better job at getting this douche to hand over a name, but it didn't change the outcome. Scout then got the number for the Executive Officer of US Army Grafenwoehr. Naturally we can't call until tomorrow because business hours are over.
If you all have any other suggestions, please tell me. I've been putting off calling Housing, but I'm obviously going to need to do that tomorrow. You know, I hate to say it, but it's not even about that poor dog anymore - it's about the MPs getting off their lazy asses and doing what they're meant to do. And seriously (imagine me saying this in my high-pitched, extremely frustrated voice), what in the HELL is the point of having these rent-a-cops if they're not doing anything? We might as well run around with no accountability whatsoever!
Hell, maybe I'll get really stoned, take my clothes off, buy a realistic looking toy gun, and streak through their office threatening to take names and kick ass. I guarantee they would find a policy to enforce then. Hmm...That actually sounds like a really good idea. I'm a freakin' genius.