Meet Squirrel.

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We should probably start by getting your most pressing question out of the way: why did I name my dog, “Squirrel?” 

One, because it’s funny. When everyone at the dog park is trying to get their dog to come to their side and calm down, I get to be that idiot yelling, “Squirrel! Squirrel!"

It’s sort of like naming your child “fire” so you have a legal reason to yell “Fire!” in a public building.

Yes, I am THAT kind of person. 

My boy is also the squirrelly-ist little critter you’ll ever meet. I don’t know if the name coincidentally worked well or if I willed it by naming him “Squirrel,” but it fits brilliantly. He has the most energy of any dog I’ve ever encountered (his zoomies are next level), and the memory of a goldfish. He’s just…quirky. I don’t know how else to say it. He's also my sweet boy, and I adore him.

I also learn from him. Daily. I hear rumors it should be the other way around, but that's not how it is for us. It amazes me how much I learn about Jesus and my faith from, yes, my dog.

Thus, Pearls from Squirrel. Here are some of the nuggets of wisdom that God has revealed to me through a tennis ball-loving, belly rub-obsessed, would-jump-off-a-cliff-for-popcorn dog.