He was fast asleep, the kind of unconscious sleep that usually follows a heavy drinking session, but he hadn't touched a drop. He had become a dead-to-the-world kind of sleeper in recent times for no reason he could explain.
He'd been asleep for ten hours now and his dog was sitting at the bottom of the bed on the carpet looking at him with its head tilted slightly to one side. The waiting was patient at first, but now there was a great deal of whining.
It was long past the time for a lap of the park and feeding time was fast approaching. If dogs were military generals, this one would have declared a red alert situation by now.
Four further hours passed and neither toilet nor food was happening.
The dog jumped on the bed and licked its master's face and barked several times.
Still he slept.
The dog jumped to the wrong conclusion and assumed his master was dead.
When the man eventually awoke four hours later he was in agony as most of the flesh from his left arm had been gnawed away.
His dog slept contentedly next to him.
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