Bully in a China Shop

So I knew Jet was a 'terrier' - I mean it is right in the breed name for goodness sake .".Bull. T.E.R.R.I.E.R". What I didn't bank on is that when you add the word "Bull" to terrier it takes on a whole new meaning. Think 27 lbs of pure muscle, coiled springs for legs and a head that could break your nose without even trying (trust me I have seen stars a few times). Put all of that into one package and...Danger Will Robinson.
Want the couch out of your way - no problem - wedge yourself behind it and use your body to push it out of the way.
Want on the 3 foot high glass patio table - easy... just coil up from a stand still and launch yourself onto the top..
Want the ball from under the couch - piece of cake - wiggle under and then come slithering out on your side (a bit of grunting and groaning required at this stage) so that only your head is peaking out - prized ball in mouth.
Want what is on the 3rd shelf of the bookcase..got it covered - stand on edge of couch, then balance on top of the stack of wooden TV trays (this part takes finese as they are on edge and wiggle a bit) and then gingerly reach out with one front foot..almost there - got it!
See a lap that is empty - throwing yourself from 6ft away to land on said lap - why not - who cares that you might give the human a heart attack (especially when they are dead asleep - want proof just ask my dad)...they really are happy to see you.