Lilly's Playfriend Pt. 3

Lilly's Behavioralist visited today. He hadn't realized that a block away from us is an elementary school, and I hadn't realized that a place like that is dog trainer heaven because of all the foot traffic. We spent our time over there, watching parents pick up kids from school, and determined that 100 feet is as close as people can be to her before she goes postal. In planetary distance that probably works out as "Don't come any closer than Pluto." We'll be trying to gradually bring her Line of Death closer and closer inwards.
We could tell she's begun to make the connection between seeing people and getting rewarded because sometimes she would look at someone then look directly up at me in expectation of her treat. Freeze-dried liver, baby. Can't beat it. So, we are making progress. One day soon she'll begin to feel that elderly gardeners, mothers pushing babies in strollers, and yappy little foofoo dogs are no threat to us. She'll beat her swords into ploughshares and the lion will lay down with the lamb.