Well, at least I didn't post a picture of the actually vomit. Apparently Tibby has been really going to town chewing on her nylabone in her crate. My first clue was the sound of dog vomit hitting the bedroom's hardwood floors this morning at 3 am. In the vomit there was bile, long strands of green grass and large hard chunks of nylabone. This would be the answer to why she wasn't begging at my parent's house last night. Or why she didn't want her bedtime fish oil capsule.
This nylabone is now in the trash.