The evening Garden walk to have her pee a last time for the day was odd this time: she got crazy right away and ran towards the two large palm trees next to the Pot-Ghetto, only she was on the leash. It was tough to get her out of there, something must have smelled really interesting. So there was some tension, and we eventually brought her in. We went out again (need to pee, eventually), and tried to claim the area of interest by blocking about a third of the garden with the body. It worked, eventually she gave up and did the business. Next morning was again that area the first target, she obviously remembered that there is something unfinished. But there was less enthusiasm. So peeing and pooping worked at 7:20AM Monday.