Myzeray's training in h@nging continues. It's slow going. I have her in a harness designed to make it safer, and when I get her to her tiptoes, she panics. She begs me to stop, so terrified she's crying. The second time I keep her up a little longer, letting her cry and whimper as her face turns purple. She nearly blacks out-- her knees buckle when I return her to the ground.