Sounds like a country/western song, doesn't it?
We're having a problem lately with She-Ra basically attacking my wife whenever she tries to go over the baby-gates in the master bedroom. If it's not tugging on clothes she'll out-and-out bite her…not drawing blood...but hard enough that my wife screeches and yells at her.
I'm having difficulty with this one because I try to explain to her that her yelling at the dog, no matter what she's actually saying, comes off to the dog as "Hey! That was fun! Do that some more!" She wants to know how she's supposed to react when the dog's got her leg or shirt or jeans and our handy-dandy bottle of spray (good ol' Green Apple to the rescue!) isn't within reach?
I'm no help, because I roughhouse with her (playing on the bed...nothing harsh)...then again, she recognizes me as the alpha and rarely, if ever, goes after me and when she does she soon thinks better of it. Even my socks are fair game, though...
There, too, the dog's in adolescence now, and that's supposedly a really "fun" time...where you better pay attention to her or else!