…pronounced too-la. Within an 30 minutes of coming home, she managed to pee on the living room floor, despite five people sitting no more than 4 feet away watching her every move. By the 1 hour mark, she had pooped on me because I was the lucky one who caught her mid-squat. I swooped her up the very instant she started to go, but it ended up on me before I could get her outside. Fun times! I took her to her potty spot in our backyard, but by that time the job was done. I explained to her that this was her potty spot, but she seemed to completely ignore me in favor of sniffing around. However, I think she understood every word I was saying because she managed to sniff out and roll in two other kinds of poo that were not her own. One was (I assume) a stray cat’s and the other was fresh bird droppings.
We came inside and she has been napping pretty much ever since.
So, if you’re keeping score, that’s three hours at her new home, 1 pee on the carpet, 1 poo on her owner, 0 successful backyard potties.
By the way… I think I promise not to get this detailed with her bowel movements from now on.