I'm gargling a lot of Listerine at the moment as I try to kill the sore throat. I do this by laying back on my bed to get as deep a gargle as I can without drowning. Of course, Polly only saw me laying in the bed, and decided to surprise me by leaping onto my stomach mid-gargle.
Think "Old Faithful" scented like anticeptic mouthwash.
Right now it's raining and thundering. She has sneaked inside and is hiding under the table where she thinks I can't see her and call her a BAD DOG for being in.