We're not even pretending that the treat container is scratching her behind the ears. It's very much on her terms, but that's how it should be.
I'm getting about 15 seconds at night, but she's also approaching me in the basement (which didn't happen before) and becoming much more confident everywhere. She just let me touch her in the morning! in the dining room! So, every day means progress.
There's been a lot of little things I've had to learn:
- Shoe heels on the floor scare her. Henry gets worried too, if it's somebody he doesn't know. Maybe that's early memories of being under the porch? I wear softer shoes now.
- No grabbing at all. Even if the reason my hand is moving toward her is that Henry is pushing it from the other side.
- If she starts looking anxious, I'M the one that needs to run away.
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