Well, as you should know if you pay ANY attention, I did get my dog back. I also had myself a slight altercation (just verbal) with the idiots who run the animal shelter in Jefferson Parish, as I would not allow them to alter my dog.
I, being the kind of person that presses issues until they are resolved, contacted the local parish president, and the district attorney's office to file a complaint. I explained the situation to her, as well as the conditions as they exist in the neighborhood. Out here, well, we have crime. Kids and burglars will release animals from yards on purpose, steal, or poison them just to be able to break in the house later. This is a recurring problem, and those of us who take the precautions to be able to recover our animals if those things happen are the ones that get punished by the Parish's laws.
Long story short, the Parish's attorney has advised the parish to include specific provisions to account for these issues in the event our dogs are purposefully released or stolen. So a morning that started in the toilet (literally, I was puking) ended up being pretty productive.