I love my dogs, but I’ve been having a really rough week with Dexter. He’s 16 months old now and he’s an asshole. I think this is his teenage stage. He no longer sits on command, snatches food from the kitchen and thinks my arm is a bully stick. I’ve had puppies before, but none have ever outweighed me, which makes him near impossible to handle when he’s rowdy. On our drive to the park yesterday morning, I almost made a beeline to the pound when he wouldn’t stop barking at the other dogs we passed and nearly smashed my car window with his paw. I had to remind myself that he’s not always going to be an asshole. I’m really looking forward to his senior years.