Calvin Klein...and vomit

I don't really care for cologne on men. I think they should smell like what I imagine Don Draper smells like - cigarettes and scotch. Ok, not really (not really meaning that particular smell, yes really, I imagine what Jon Hamm smells like). But I do not in fact care for cologne on men. Nor do I care for the overwhelming smell of cologne anywhere in my house. And yet for the past two days I kept smelling cologne and I tracked it down under my husband's sink, it's some sort of Calvin Klein stuff. Wait, let me back track this story for a moment. The other night the little one (the little one who does not obsessively lick their paws that is) threw up. All over me. All over the dog. All over the kitchen floor which is thankfully tile. I cleaned up the kid and my husband was responsible for the dog and the kitchen. Then I started smelling cologne everywhere. So I ask my husband if he's wearing it and he give me sort of a mumble and shrug. Last night, the night after the vomit, my husband and the dog come to bed and again suddenly I smell the cologne again to the point where I kind of get a tickle in my throat and start coughing. Again I ask about the cologne and inquire if he perhaps spilled it. Two days of questioning and he finally confesses that he's doused THE DOG with cologne because he kept smelling vomit on him. I tell him (a) if a dog smells you give him a bath (b) I am going to sleep in the guest bedroom where it doesn't smell like prom night. Really? Cologne? Isn't that something a 7 year old would think of?