It's nearly impossible nowadays to get anything done downstairs without having Luca jump all over you.
In fact, it's been getting worse by the day and has reached a hopeless stage by now. She's now big enough to jump up on her hind legs and latch her front paws on the top of the table, which bugs the heck out of me.
No matter how often I tell her with a stern voice not to do that, she'll wait a couple minutes before repeating the same stout performance over and over again.
Bad dog. Bad, bad dog!
Everyone says she can't help it. Poor thing is going through an early adolescence during which she needs continuous and immediate attention, doing anything to get it her way.
I'm a bit worried that there's something wrong in her head.
I was feeling so relieved with the four kids finally growing out of this stage, and now this. To be honest, I wouldn't mind selling her, but no one would ever forgive me.