Hi. I’m Jack. Yes, that Jack. The very good boy who lives here and also runs the place. I am a male boxer mix with a big personality, fast legs, and an impressive résumé that includes professional door opener, snack investigator, and full-time neighborhood greeter.

My human mom, Lacey, says she adopted me from Acadiana Animal Aid, but let’s clear something up. I was supposed to be a foster. I looked like a Jack Russell puppy back then, which is how I got my name. She fell in love immediately and accidentally kept me forever. Humans call this a foster fail. I call it excellent instincts.

I am extremely smart. Like, change-your-locks smart. I can open every door in the house. Every. Single. One. The front door was such a problem that my humans had to install a latch because I kept letting myself out. Also, whenever the doorbell rings, I sprint to the door and open it to let guests in. You’re welcome. Hospitality is important.

Inside the house, I like to keep busy. I jump on the kitchen island just like the cats, who I also enjoy lounging with. We nap together like a very cool, very furry friend group. I am always searching for food to steal, sticks to chew, or toys to claim as my own. I frequently bring branches inside from outside and proudly shred them on the floor. It’s called enrichment.

When I’m not redecorating, I’m out living my best life. I LOVE car rides. If the door opens, I assume we’re going somewhere fun. Lowe’s, Home Depot, the farmers market on Saturdays. I’m in. I love meeting new friends, making eye contact, and soaking up compliments like sunshine. Neighborhood walks are another favorite activity. I stop for everyone because it would be rude not to.

Speaking of sunshine, you’ll often find me stretched out on a pool lounger, soaking in the rays like I’m on vacation. I also jump in the pool, chase tennis balls with Olympic-level enthusiasm, and immediately demand another throw. I sleep in the bed, go to the beach, and come along for any ride I can convince my humans to take me on. I am very spoiled, and honestly, it feels deserved.

At home, I keep things lively. I live with two older dogs who I personally keep young by convincing them to run, wrestle, and steal toys with me every day. We play hard, nap harder, and repeat. I bring a lot of energy, laughter, and fun into our house, and my humans seem very grateful. I know this because they laugh constantly and call me ridiculous.

So that’s me. Jack. Door opener. Stick collector. Social director. Best boy. If you hear the doorbell and see me running, don’t worry. I’ve got it handled.