My Golden, Jake, was just like that. I thought I was going to go nuts. Jake's puppihood was, by far, the most high-stress puppihood I had ever experienced. Everyday was so frustrating. He tried to eat everything, ignored me most of the time, and would always do the opposite of what I wanted him to do. I was afraid that he would hate me, and I would hate him.

With consistant discipline, time, and recent classes with a trainer, he is now 1-1/2 years old, and an absolutely wonderful dog. I know that he loves me very much, and I him (of course). I couldn't imagine my life without him.