[lilmrsellis]

On Saturday, my Lucky played with my brother's dog for six hours straight (when I say played I really mean wrestled, but I digress). She was tired and layed down, but he continued to want to play. I grabbed him and held him so he couldn't get to her. I was watching a football game and watched a few plays. When I looked down he was limp! I lifted my arms and he hung over them, I thought, "Oh God! I've killed him!" A wave of panic sweapt over me. When I picked him up and looked at his face, he opened one eye like, "Mom, I'm sleeping." I told my mom what had happened and she said, "Of course he was asleep, he was has been going full speed for six hours!" I felt like such a dork. I do this with my own health too, though: skip right over all the small things to dead.