Disclaimer: Today’s post is going to leave you aching for a puppy.

Specifically, you’ll ache for a French bulldog named Jett. He eats designer shoes and lacks restroom courtesy. But he’s overwhelmingly cute. In fact, it was his good looks that landed him in our home.

That says a lot, because I’ve always been terribly nervous around dogs. Hand me a baby— I’m good for days. Hand me a dog— and I cry like a baby.

But Jett stole my heart. He felt like ours before he even arrived. The little man is already warming up our home (and buying us time before my mother starts asking for grandbabies). Friends, meet Jett…