(Okay, the following is a little gross but hell, we all own dogs and have lots of vomit/poop stories. This is my story!)
When a dog vomits in the house, the location of said vomit is directly proportional to its "consistency".
Eg: If it's watery, it lands next to the floor furnace/air conditioner vent, thus leaking into the ductwork & circulating the odour throughout the house....at 0240 a.m.
Cooper had the runs late last night before I went to bed. I purposely slept with the bedroom door open so that if he needed an urgent visit to the backyard during the night, I'd hear him whine. Got that wake-up call (along with the odour) at 0240 hrs. In my haste to shut off the house alarm before opening the door, I didn't bother with the kitchen light, just the hallway light. As I stepped over by his crate to flick on the patio light, I stepped in a cold puddle of vomit...in my barefeet. I was suddenly wide awake. He dashes outside, I hop over to the sink and wash my foot. Go upstairs and get my glasses. Come back downstairs and then I realized that there is a huge puddle of poop in the hallway & up the wall. How I didn't step in it as well, I have no idea. 45 minutes later, I finally finish the cleanup. And yes, the vomit was not only next to the air vent but DOWN the vent as well. I think that's the first time I have ever had to wash the inside of ductwork....
At 0530 hrs I awoke to another whine but this time it was daylight (!) and no mess in the house. He managed to get outside and do his thing. He did have a snack after I went to bed because his bowl is half-empty. I opted to stay home today because I didn't want to leave him here alone in this state. He has been drinking water and has had about two other visits to the yard but I think the worst is over. He wants to play - he has dragged every stuffed toy he owns out of his basket and placed them strategically throughout the house so that I have to kick them out of the way - clever, but I'm not giving in!
I am taking full responsibility for his case of the trots. It was his 5th birthday on the 29th of July but he was in the kennel on that date as I was out of town. When I posted his bail on Monday and brought him home, I cooked him a steak on the BBQ for his "birthday dinner". This was something we did on his first birthday and have continued to do it every year. Anyway, I cut it all up and he ate it with glee on Monday night. So....I think this is the reason for his many visits to the backyard. Shame on me. Thought I was giving him such a nice gift. I guess this is one of those gifts that keeps on giving!