Save me

I had just reassembled Ray's bed after wash day. I walked back through the front hall where Ray was sprawled out doing his best imitation of a dead dog.

"Oh no," I cried facetiously, "I think my dog is dead."

I bent over Ray, put my hand on his side and said "Are you OK Ray?"

Ray weakly raised his front paw an inch or two to expose a little bit of his belly.

Only a belly rub could save him now.

I scrubbed him up a bit and continued on my way. Ray's front leg slowly repositioned itself and he returned to dead dog mode.