The last five posts, all dealing with Yo-Yo's diagnosis with Fanconi syndrome, have been pretty depressing, but it's not all bad. Both basenjis are still full of energy and beauty, as evidenced by two photos out in the yard this week:
Yo-Yo in her hot red-leather collar, a Christmas present
I don't go to church, and I'm not a Jesus freak. But I do believe God is filming our lives [or keeping records in some other fashion], so I want notes of my own to consult when God stops the tape, points to something I am doing on the TV screen, and asks, "Just what were you thinking here, Sparky?"