Kopper really has bad manners. He jumps on people, he takes the leash in his mouth and tries to pull you when you're walking, he barks loudly and joyfully from the time he pulls our car in the driveway until about 5 minutes after we come home, he's developed this habit of breaking into my weight room (the door doesn't shut well) and stealing small items like my headphones and my resistance bands, he climbs into your lap with muddy feet after you've asked him not to. . .
I've addressed all of these behaviors, work with him, discipline, re-direct, but my husband encourages him.
He's never done this with any other dog before. I've done some thinking, and I think this is all wrapped up in his guilt and grief over Cash. He was the one playing fetch with him when the ball went down his throat and he blames himself for Cash's death. I do not-- the dog loved to play ball and we both played it with him several times per day. But he loved that dog a lot and now he blames himself for his passing. Now he loves Kopper a lot and spoils him mercilessly.
When I bring it up with him he says, "He's a little boy; let him be a little boy. Plenty of time for him to grow up later. Besides, Cash wasn't perfect either and you loved him." It's true he's still a little boy, but he's a BIG little boy and I'm getting sick of having an unmannered 80lb little boy. True, Cash wasn't perfect and did a lot of the same stuff, especially in the first year after we adopted him, but we worked with him and he got better. I feel like he really does love Kopper more than I do, but it's an unhealthy love that's all mixed up with grief and regret and doesn't have any spine to it.
What do I do?
He's AWESOME at training, and he gets a lot better when my husband leaves town. I feel horrible for saying that, but there it is.