I've Fallen and I Can't Get Up!

True....

Last week I came home from a Thanksgiving dinner at my friend's house. I don't know what I had eaten/drank but I suddenly was in what I will call my "curious mode".

In the past, my curious mode has caused me to try things like flying by flapping my arms off some very high stairs, shave with a straight razor, and rub poison ivy on my arm to see if it would itch. To my defense, I was under the age of 10 when I tried those things.

But I'm 38 now, and the curiousity still continues.

My question that day to myself when I walked in my front door....."What would my dogs do if I had a heartattack here in the house?". Of course, I knew I could test this theory as my husband was visiting his relatives for the holiday.

So the actress that lives deep inside me came alive. I greeted my dogs and then grabbed my chest, fell into the chair and slid down to the floor.

And here is what happened next, or the best I could tell from my "just barely open but still want to see" eyes:

My border collie,Mike, walks over with his Kong and puts it next to my head.
He starts licking my face.
Good....he's trying to wake me....
He walks out to the kitchen to get a drink.
Sal, the smaller terrier dog walks over and sits next to my head.
I am perfectly still.
Mike is still drinking.
Mike comes out of the kitchen and grabs the Kong next to my head and prances around with it.
Sal goes to play with him.
Okay...its only been 3 minutes....I could still be alive.
Mike comes back over and sits next to my head.
Then he lays down next to me, parallel to my body.
He starts thumping his tail because my head is to the side, facing him, and he thinks I am looking at him.....I'm really trying hard to keep my eyes closed and still be able to see.
He takes a big sigh and lays there.
Sal lays down behind me.
Now, at this point I'm wondering what I am expecting these poor animals to do? Run next door and tell a neighbor? Dial 911? Begin CPR?.....
Mike sits up.
He stares at me.
He goes and lays down on the carpet about 5 feet away.
I wait. Silence. And wait. Nothing. I know at this point I would be cold and stiff. But I decide to turn on the drama.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, heelllpppppp me....." I groan.
Mike gets up and licks my hand.
Sal gets up and sits closer next to me.
"Helllllpppppppp meeeeeeee"....I groan.
Maybe I was wishing the dogs would figure a way to open the door......or bark out the window.... or form their skinny legs into a makeshift gurney and carry me to my bed.
"Okay, enough" I say and sit up.

They seemed happy I "came to".

I would wager I probably was the only person in the world at that moment testing the emergency capabilities of my dogs. At least the only one above the age of 10.