I spent the night over at my friend Kayla's house and her parents went out for the night. We were about 10 and both slept in her queen size bed. Her dag, Barks was under the bed. Late at night around 1 am he woke me up by licking my hand (it was hanging over the bed) I just fell right back asleep. Then he woke me up again by licking my hand. Around 1:30. All of a sudden I had to go to the bathroom. No wonder I had to listen to the dripping sound comeing from Kayla's bathroom all night! So I go to the bathroom and realize the dripping sound is comeing from the shower. I pull back the curtin and there is Kayla's dog, Barks hanging there with blood dripping from his mouth. His eyes rolled back in death. On him was a note nailed to his heart that said people can lick hands to.