Prissy

What a snarky dog I have.
Sometime yesterday afternoon, Katy threw up in her kennel. She neglected to tell anyone, and since we were busy watching the tug-o-war between the Cowboys and Packers, no one knew about it (except Katy) until it was time to go to bed. I went to change the towel, and saw it had soaked through to her bed underneath. At first, I was just going to cover it up with a new towel and wash the bed covering in the morning, but decided against it, as I figured she would spend most of the night licking on the cover, salivating, and coughing. So it was decided she could sleep on the floor for one night, like she did for the six years before she was diagnosed with mega esophagus.
Riiiiiiiiiight. Like that was going to fly.
Katy knew something was up the second she got inside and went to her kennel, and she-did-not-like-it. She looked as us like "What the hell did you do with my bed? I ain't sleeping on the floor!" She started coughing and I made her sit up until she stopped coughing. I told Katy to get in her kennel, and she tried to walk over to the pile of dirty dogbed stuffs. After some fussing, we got her into her kennel, and we went back to the living room to watch the rest of the game and left Katy to sulk. After the game, Katy was sleeping on an old regular pillow of mine that is in her kennel since her bed does not fill the whole area of her kennel.
Ah, wonderful. Everything is going to be okay.
Riiiiiiiiight.
My head was not on the pillow thirty seconds when it started.
Cough.
Wheeze.
Hack, hack.
I lifted up my head to look in her kennel.
Silence.
About thirty seconds later, I laid down again.
Cough.
Wheeze.
Hack, hack.
Ok, I thought, now she's just messing with me. I rolled over and tried to ignore it. I must have dozed off, but about half an hour later, she started up again.
Cough,
Wheeze.
Hack, hack.
I turned the flashlight on, and saw that she'd moved to the front of the kennel so that I could hear her better. We stared each other Old-West style. I messed with her this time, and got up, but walked past her kennel into the bathroom. Then a few minutes later, back sto bed, where we finally had peace and quiet.
Score: Katy 1, Mama 1
Now, it's been said that dogs have the mental capacity equal to that of a toddler. I don't believe that for an instant. Twice before Katy has used her wiles to get what she wants. Once, it was a bone that Max had that she wanted. We wouldn't take the bone away from Max, because he got it first and had a rightful claim to it, so we gave Katy a different bone. She took hold of the bone in her mouth and flipped her head, tossing the bone at Max. He went after the "flying bone", and she claimed the bone she wanted to begin with. The second time, Max had a toy Katy wanted. Katy went to the toy box and got a rope that she dragged across Max's line of sight. Again, he took the bait, and Katy got the desired toy. This is a clever dog.
Back to the story at hand. At 12:30, Katy unleashed a fury of coughs, hacks, wheezes and choking noises that impressed even me. I turned the flashlight on her again, and she gave me her most innocent look. And I gave in.
I admit it, I'm weak. But in my defense, Katy can sleep all afternoon. If I do that, my sixth period will skip out on class.
So I sent them out in the yard to go to the living room door. Katy pranced in, went straight to her big pillow, laid down, and went to sleep.
No noise whatsoever for the rest of the night.
I was in a war of wits with my dog and I lost...