Not a barfing dog story but… I used to share a house in Leytonstone with some people who owned a black Lab/Alsation cross named Baloo, who was an amazingly intelligent dog, like many cross-breeds. One day poor Baloo got locked in and needed a poo so guess what he did? He went up to the bathroom, climbed in the bath and crapped in the plug hole. Impressive powers of reasoning, even though slightly off-target.
On another occasion I was out and about on my bike late one evening, and who should come lolloping down the road but Baloo, heading home for a night’s sleep. We both stopped and a human/dog conversation took place across the road that went something like:
“Hello Baloo old fella, where have YOU been?”
(Wagging of tail and lolling of tongue) “Graaaaagh!”
“Ah! Been to see your girlfriend, is that right?”
(Vigorous wagging of tail, rolling of eyes and lolling of tongue in happiness) “Gurrrraaghhh”
“Well don’t hang around… off you go!”
One last wag and a sheepish roll of the head and off Baloo trotted, straight in the direction of home, three streets away. It was the most clear and human exchange I’ve ever had with a dog.