The Lazy Gnome...

So, I went skiing this past week and left my little angel, Teddy, a 9lb yorkiepoo, in the care of my roommate, Susie. The week passed by quickly with no word from my roommate, so I texted her to check in assumming that no news was good news. This is what she texted back:

Susie: "Well he had a hurt leg on Monday. Tuesday he pooped in my room. Wednesday and Thursday he pooped and peeped in the downstairs bathroom. He is in a better mood this morning. I think he is lonely and lashing out."

While responding to PIB's comment on the previous post, another case came to mind:

Say, for example, there is a prostitute living in a land where prostitutes are legal. Not only does everyone in this land know that this woman is a prostitute, they ALSO know exactly what she charges for her services.

Case 1:
A man then intentionally rapes her. After raping her, he throws down the exact amount of money she would have charged had it been a consensual act.

OR

Case 2:
Same scenario, only this time the man isn't aware that he has raped the town whore until after he has raped her. BUT once he realizes who he has actually raped, he quickly throws down the exact amount of money she would normally charge for her services before running away.

It can't be stealing since the man has paid in either case, right? So, is it rape? Would it still be rape if she was on-duty at the time...or would that even matter? And is one case more morally wrong than the other?

An interesting question popped into my head today while I was vacuuming. Rather than try to explain my random train of thought, I will just go ahead and state the question:

If someone has sex with a prostitute without paying, is it rape? Is it stealing?

After consulting a friend on the matter, we both agreed that it would be considered stealing since you have received a service that you have not paid for. Then, after further thought, my friend added that if the prostitute is your wife, then it would be rape. Thoughts?

Airport security has been pretty interesting ever since 911. I honestly couldn't tell you if travel has gotten any safer despite the security guards holding their M16s at the security check. Over the summer, I took a commercial flight. I carry tear gas and a 5'' knife in my purse on any given day...and accidently forgot to remove these items from my purse and put them into my checked luggage before the security checkpoint. I was a little nervous, but remained calm as I placed my purse onto the conveyor belt. I figured that they would probably just pull me aside and confiscate my weapons of destruction. Maybe they would scold me. Maybe I was going to be in deep shit. I really didn't know. Well, my purse made it through security without a second glance...and I walked calmly onto the unsuspecting plane. Should I be happy that I didn't get stopped? Should I be horrified?

Professor X has not been so lucky with travel. He told us the following story to keep us from falling asleep during his lecture on Java Programming:

"I was very frustrated when I got to the airport. From the moment I walked into the building the people were wanting to check my bags every 5 feet. When I finally got through security I decided to upgrade to first class. I was very excited because there was a spot available. Then the woman at the desk told me that the pilot wanted to speak to me. I was kind of suprised. The pilot came to me and wanted to buy me coffee at the McDonalds. Did you know that these pilots don't have to pay for any of the food at airports? After he got me my coffee, he put his arm around my shoulder and asked, 'How do you feel about foreign policies in this country?' I told him that I liked them just fine, to which he responded, 'Good! Just want to make sure we have a safe flight.' I asked him what foreign policy had to do with him flying the plane safely...Deep down I was a bit offended. I think I gave him some choice words after explaining to him that I have been in this country for 18 years."

The class got really quiet. We really didn't know what to say. We felt sorry for the guy. I could just imagine him...all dressed up in one of his plaid flannel shirts and khaki pants that were pulled up a little too high over his round belly. It was just depressing.

"Hmm...I guess this story isn't so funny. I take things like this with a light heart. Another time, a woman came up to me to offer me some food. I told her that I couldn't have this food because I was fasting, to which she responded, 'Ohh...You're one of those people that flew the planes into the buildings in New York.' I told her, 'No...I didn't get the e-mail in time.' She did not think this was funny. I thought this was funny. Do you? Oh never mind...I give up. Class is over."

Poor Professor. All those people were worried about him getting onto the plane while people like me (complete with raging hormones, tear gas, and a 5'' knife) are walking through security without a care in the world. It is pretty ridiculous.

Most boy dogs choose to lift their leg while peeing...but not Teddy. He just takes a slightly wider stance on all fours. I'm not sure if lifting the leg is instinctual, or if some dog centuries ago decided that it was just the "cool" thing to do. Well, I was out walking Teddy and Dolly at the same time one of my neighbors was walking his [male] dog. Teddy watched as the other dog walked proudly up to a tree and lifted his leg. Then Teddy walked up to the closest tree and paused. He was about to assume his normal peeing position, but, since the other dog was watching (as well as Dolly and several squirrels), Teddy decided to try to lift his leg. I was pretty suprised. It was kind of emotional...watching my little baby try to do a grown up pee. Dolly seemed unimpressed. It was obvious that he was a novice at this. He was pretty wobbly on just three legs, and was having trouble keeping the lifted leg steady. First his leg was too low, then up too high...it was like watching a beginner yoga class. Then he began to release his bladder...and, just as he had a steady stream going, he toppled over mid-pee. Poor Teddy. He was so embarrassed...I was so embarrassed. Dolly smiled and wagged her tail (she seems to get pleasure out of watching him fail). I wouldn't be suprised if this scars him for life.