Pushover, etc.

We're doing everything we can to teach Hopkins not to jump on people (including us) when he's excited and wants attention. He jumps, puts his paws on your chest, wiggles his butt, looks longingly in to your eyes ... sure, it's all very cute, but someone like, say, my Grandma Marg might not be so enthusiastic about his enthusiasm. So we correct him, tell him to sit quietly next to us, and shower him with affection.

So he jumps up, and I look sternly and say, "Hopkins. What are you supposed to do when you want love?"

And he jumps off and runs to Scott.

I see how it is.