Emma and I made it clear that he was a very evil boy. He gave up his passion for furniture and demolished an 8 foot tall shrub in the yard. Then he slid through a temporary fence for some playtime with the puppy next door. Next he was on the dining room table. You can hear the wails sweep across the land as pups near maturity - mournful sounds of dogparents suffering the random acts of adolescence.
Calamities rain down.
First it's a hole in the lawn, next it's marking the furniture. The worst part is your dog is old enough to know better - and just old enough not to give a damn. You have entered the Twilight Zone of dog behavior. It changes by the day. Just when you think the storm has passed, there's a relapse and your woodwork is re-fashioned into doggie toothpicks.