I would not eat and I would not go outside to go potty. I hadn't gone potty the night before I got here either. The problem with trying to get me outside to potty is that I am overweight and I did not want to move and I was still not sure of what was going on.
A couple of days later when Foster Mom put food on the floor again in front of me and walked away, I finally did eat. A little later, Foster Mom saw me get up and squat and I peed and peed and peed and peed and peed—and then I peed some more. I really had to go since I had not gone for a few days. That was my first accident in the house.
To get me outside Foster Dad would put a towel under me, lift me with the towel, then hold my collar and the towel, and get me outside that way. Once outside I would plop down on the ground and stay there.
After a couple of days of that, Foster Dad only had to do that every now and then, because sometimes I would decide to just go out with the other puppers. I would walk around the yard and after awhile I would do my duties.
A couple of times through the nights I had a potty accident on the kitchen floor, so Foster Mom and Foster Dad knew I was moving from my spot by the back door, which they thought was good even though I did have the accidents.
But I am here to tell you that there have been no more accidents in the house. I am doing my duty outside now. I usually go out and come back in on my own with the other puppers.