Ben told me that last night Anna was pressed against the door gagging. He let her out and she "booked it" out into the yard where she hurled. (Wish the hairball cats would learn that trick).
Apparently, there is a delayed reaction to too much chocolate. This morning there were wrappers in our morning walk "pick-up."
I wish her feeble doggie brain would connect the throwing up to the eating the chocolate, but I have little hope for that. Besides, vengeance was definitely as much motive as gluttony.