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I have to wonder the ethical debate about separating conjoined twins where one will die. This girl was born with a second head attached to her. The head could smile and blink, but was unable to survive on her own. So what is the ethical answer to this biological question? Does the second head contain a soul? Is she alive? Should she be sacrificed if it meant that her twin could live some semblance of normality? What would happen if she was allowed to remain attached? I wonder if she would be able to think, to process her surrounding as she grew older. Biology is so strange.

Gotta love salesmanship .

Why is there any law dictating who people can and can’t marry? It’s a private matter between two people which provides an efficient method of granting rights to another. To say that two people of the same sex can’t get married is absurd, as bad as saying a commoner and royalty can’t get married.

This is Dot (Sherri named her that). Sherri and I were heading to the store on Sunday and walking across the road was Dot, wearing one of the cones of silence that owners put on their dogs to keep them from licking injuries. She wasn’t wearing a collar and was shaking when I got close to her. I had Sherri drive back to the house to grab a leash and collar while I called my friend Heather for some help. Sherri got back and we got Dot into the car.

Heather came by a little bit later and looked Dot over. Dot had lots of fur coming off, an infection on her hind, and her back legs were very weak. She was also tired, hungry, and thirsty. Heather and I gave Dot a bath, applied some medication, and then fed her. She ate all the food up and wanted some more. She’s very friendly and very calm.

Heather is going to have her scanned for a chip. Because Dash doesn’t get along with other dogs that well, Dot is staying at Heather’s till we can figure out what to do.

I have to wonder how long Dot was out. If it’s been a while, I have to wonder why no one else helped her with her collar. I also wonder who her owners are.

Update her name is Lucy and she’s about 15 years old (really old for a big dog). Her owner lives down the road from where I found her. She apparently got out when the owner was doing some work and had the door open. The owner hadn’t realized she was gone till a couple hours later at which point she call the pound. Today, when Heather registered her, they were able to get Heather her contact information. She’ll drop Lucy off later tonight. Happy ending.

I’ve been very careful not to mention my employer or give hints about where I work. I’ve even avoided talking about the type of products it produces. I did so so that I didn’t risk my job. Other people took that risk and lost. I disagree with the policy and I have to wonder if it tramples on the freedom of speech amendment.

It just goes to show you that most efforts are just “feel-good” efforts to give people a sense of security.