From Cute to Chaos

Nobody trains a dog to jump. We do it by accident. A wiggly eight-week puppy springs up, and we melt — we coo, we pet, we scoop it up. Adorable.

The puppy just learned a lesson: jumping summons love. Fast-forward a year. That puppy is now sixty pounds and bowling over grandma at the door — running the exact behavior we rewarded when it weighed six. The dog didn't change the rules. We taught the rule, then resented it.