She's already learned to target objects with her front paws AND stay in place until I release her. In this photo, her paws are on a rock at the top of Hug Hill.
There is a caveat. I took Shyla to town yesterday while I did some errands (including getting R's blood drawn to check on his recent health scare). I took her out of the car at a park where there were hikers, bikers, cars, children - all the normal city park stuff. Shyla had a meltdown, terrified of the whole scene. A young boy, maybe 10 years old, came over and asked if he could pet her. As he asked in a soft polite voice, she cowered to the ground and then lost control of her bladder. After I requested that he give Shyla space (i.e., I politely told him to "get lost"), Shyla became an immoveable object until she'd had time to process everything. That's terror - pure and simple. She must not have had much experience with everyday life in a town before yesterday. And, I'm sure that she's still off-balance from her recent move to our house, and that probably contributed.
So, I learned that Shyla needs a lot of socialization and work to learn to live in the "normal" world of bustling towns. I already contacted my favorite trainer, and we'll be seeing her on Saturday. This awesome trainer helped us through K's fears, although K's fears were tiny compared to what I saw in Shyla yesterday. But, I think that she'll be able to teach me how to help Shyla.
Last, but certainly not least, R's condition still worries me, although he generally seems to be feeling a bit better. His blood sample that was drawn yesterday had to go to a "board certified pathologist" because the condition of his red blood cells and lymphocytes was alarming one week ago. I hope that I get good news soon. The best case scenario is that his blood is improving, suggesting that an exposure to a toxin caused the problems (rather than cancer or other scary diseases).
I hope to have that good news tomorrow. I am sitting here waiting for the phone to ring with the results...