About Me

On September 1, 2010 my sweet little muppethead, KiraDog, died. She was diagnosed with Cushings disease in November 2009 and it finally gave way to heart disease and liver failure. I knew I needed another dog to fill the void in my heart and my home so I worked with Furbaby Rescue (where Kira came from) and was gently encouraged to meet a particular dog in need of a forever home. On September 10, 2010 I adopted Conor. . . . This is his story.

About Me (and really, when you think about it, it IS all about ME):

Conor: Gender: Masculine; Usage: Irish, English, Irish Mythology; Pronounced: KAHN-…ôr (English): Anglicized form of the Gaelic name Conchobhar which means "dog lover" or "wolf lover" also "lover of hounds". It has been in use in Ireland for centuries and was the name of several Irish kings.

Hi everyone!

My name is Conor. Well, it used to be Bumper but my mom thought it was as silly name (and in a way, so did I) for a grown-up puppy so she re-named me Conor. Conor, now that's a good strong manly-man Irish name, don't you think? I'm quite proud of it myself :-)

Anyway, I'm a "Liver" coloured Shih Tzu and I was about 2 1/2 years old when I was adopted (Mom says my Birthday is July 4, 2008! She's not 100% sure of the right date, but that's the day she picked). I have allergies and have to be careful (pfft!) about what I eat - no wheat, grains, or beef allowed. I'm a rambunctious guy who always seems to find trouble, er...toys, to play with. I like watching the world around me from my perch in the kitchen bay window and love my mom to bits - and even though he didn't really like me much, I also miss SirWillyCat a little.

Characters in my life:

  • Aunt Jo and Uncle Dale: Mom and Aunt Jo have been friends for almost 30 years, since high school. Aunt Jo is a pet person and raised both her kids to love animals. Uncle Dale, having grown up on a farm, had to be converted a little bit.
  • Aunt Diane: Mom's friend and (retired) co-worker. Aunt Diane lives a few doors away from us and we sometimes go to her place for a visit.
  • Miss Eleni: Founder of Furbaby Rescue
  • Miss Nicole: A Furbaby adopter who has two puppers to call her own. She lives in a different town, but close enough to mom they could visit (if their schedules ever let them!) Miss Nicole loves hearing my stories :-)
  • Miss Vanja: Met mom through Furbaby Rescue. They haven't met in person 'cause she lives far away.
  • VetLady: Dr. I. Elizabeth Borgmann, founder of the Whatcom Road Veterinary Clinic
  • Willy: (aka SirWillyCat): Adopted January 7, 1994. Willy died on January 24, 2011. He was 17 1/2 years old.

Sunday, December 26, 2010

Christmas Turkey is the best!

Me and mom went to Aunt Diane's for Christmas.  We got there just after 2 p.m. and I was a little scared because there were so many people there!  Aunt Diane's 2 adult sons and their girlfriends were there, one with her young daughter; Christmas music playing in between a basketball game, and the smells, oooooooo the smells.....I was in Heaven!

Mom made me wear a jingle bell collar; said it was for Christmas but I heard her tell the people it was so she could track me in the house.  Anyway, mom kept the leash on me just in case I got aggressive, too nosy, or scared.  After everyone introduced themselves to me, mom figured I'd be OK so she took the leash off.

Let's just say, I was a Very Good Boy!  I know, 'cause everyone told me so :-)  Oh, and I LOVE turkey!!!!

Aunt Diane took out a puppy-sized plate and put mashed potato, carrots, peas, TURKEY!!, some ham, and then gravy - then she let me eat near the dinner table with everyone else.  I felt so special that I barely whimpered for more.  Just barely.  Then when everyone was done, I got to help clean the plates before they went into the dishwasher.  OH!  Mom wants to make sure I tell you that I only tried to go into the kitchen while the food was being prepared twice.  Both times I was 'caught' and told to wait in the living room.  Aunt Diane's son, Scott, played Santa and I curled up next to mom while everyone opened their pressies.  Mom said it was OK if I wanted to play with the wrapping paper for a few minutes, but I didn't.  Mom then tied a curly ribbon cluster around my jingle bell collar.

As soon as Aunt Diane downloads the pictures, I'll post 'em!

Today we went back for leftovers.  MMMMmmmm, more turkey!  Then (and this is the Best Part) Aunt Diane gave mom a whole turkey leg to pick from!  Mom says I get a little taste with my kibble for a few more days, then that's it.  No more until next year.  Let me say that again, I have to wait a WHOLE YEAR to have more turkey!  I don't think I could stand it.

I almost forgot to tell you about MY pressie!  Mom got me a stuffed duck.  She said it's because my kibble is potato and duck and she couldn't find any stuffed potatoes.  She also got me treats but I wasn't allowed to have any because she knew I would get treats and Aunt Diane's.


When I asked Diane if Conor could come over, she hesitated so I immediately said I would leave him at home.  Now, Diane is quite taken with Conor so she relented/backtracked and said we could give it a try.  You see, I've never brought Conor along to a gathering with a lot of people, all the noise and excitement, etc. so this was a test.  Diane lives a few doors down from me so if it didn't work out, it's only a short trip back to drop him off.  I was thoroughly impressed with his behaviour!  He was a little nervous at first, trembling, etc. and was confused because whenever we go there, there's maybe one or two others, if that.  This was a noisy crowd by comparison.  He sat by my feet for a few minutes then hopped up on the couch beside me, watching all the frenzy curiously.  He got a little adventurous and checked out all the presents under the tree but only gave them a sniff before coming back to me.  After dinner he sat patiently at the kitchen entrance waiting for a treat.  I had to laugh - at one point he was sitting there, with his jingle bell collar and ribbon tie, then he cocked his head to the side watching us clean up.  I swear he looked just like the Christmas card with the yellow lab/golden puppy I always see this time of year.  Absolutely adorable!  Everyone complimented him and told him how good he was.  He was Very well behaved and for that I am thankful.  I now know I can pretty much take him anywhere and be confident he'll be OK.

Diane took all the pictures so it might be a few days before I get them emailed to me, so please check back!  I can't wait to show off how cute Conor looked!!!  Today while we were there Conor jumped into my lap, curled up against my arm, put his head down and napped.  Diane took a picture I hope like crazy it turned out!  I think it will show just how attached we've become.

Friday, December 24, 2010

One more sleep!

TornadoConor:  OH BOY! OH BOY!  OH BOY! OH BOY!  OH BOY! OH BOY! *TripStumble/Recover* OH BOY! OH BOY!  OH BOY! OH BOY!  OH BOY! OH BOY!

There a present under da tree just for MEEEEEEeeeeeee!  I know it's for me, I kin sniff it and it smells like doggy stuff!  Mom says I can't open it it until tomorrow morning so just one more sleep 'til I get my pressie!

Mom said we're going to visit Aunt Diane tomorrow then mom is going to see Miss Sherry.  I can't visit with Miss Sherry 'cause they have a doggy that might not like me and it's not fair to Miss Lily to have an interloper in her house.  Mom says after opening my pressie then visiting with Aunt Diane I might be too tired to go out again anyway.  I hope to have a belly full of turkey and mashed potato so I can nap while mom goes a-visitin'.

I really like this Christmas thing!  The house is all decorated, the tree is big and bright with lights, all the other houses are lit up when we go for our "Let's Go", turkey dinner and mashed potato in with my kibble, and there's a pressie for me under the tree.

Mom told me to think for a moment of all the doggies that don't have a person to love them or a warm, dry home and extra turkey in their kibble.  I was never really homeless; I had two homes before this one, but THIS is my Forever Home!  (Unless the turkey runs out, then it's a case of, "hey mom!  I'm soooo out of here!")

Merry Christmas to Miss Nicole, Miss Eleni, Miss Vanja (and her gaggle of puppers!), Aunt Diane, Miss Lorraine, Aunt Josephine, Uncle Dale...Aw heck, Merry Christmas to EVERYone!!!!!  Kisses/licks/four paws up!

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

I'm a cleaned-up puppers!

I was so confused today - mom came home in the middle of the day, interrupted my nap just to tell me I was having a bath.  That was so weird, to have her come home just to give me a bath.  Then it dawned on me, today is Spa Day!  (Hey, boys can go to the Spa too, you know)

So off we went.  The place looked kind of familiar, I know I've been down this road before many times (the place is on our walking route) but this time I got to go inside.  WELL!!  Let me tell you, I met 3 or 4 other dogs there and thought for sure this must be a heavenly place if they were all there, too!  The difference is they all looked so much better than me, what with their snooty puffery smelling coats and not-a-hair-out-of-place grooming.

I felt frumpy.  But that's OK, mom assured me soon I would be greeting other dogs with my very own snooty smelling coat and perfect coiffed hair.

So......how'd I turn out?

Dammit, I'm not liking the flashy thing, mom!

Knock it off...but let me strike a pose first, m'kay?

That's it.  I'm done.  Not looking no matter how many times you call out my name!
See the rust-coloured patch down by my tail?  I have a whole streak that colour running down my back!  Mom says it's makes me extra-special 'cause I'm not completely beige; she says it gives me "character".  Not sure what 'character' is, I'd rather have treats but if it makes mom smile, then it's OK...I guess.

Speaking of making mom happy, she says I'm all "snorgley" now.  I wasn't sure what that word meant either, but based on what happened next, I'll take it gladly!!!  See, mom took one look at me and squealed that I'm all "snorgley" now, then she picked me up and buried her face right into my neck making nom nom sounds while cuddling me.  I liked it!  :-)  She says my fur is all soft, cuddly, and smells good too.

Still not liking the flashy thing, though...

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Hey, I've been busy!

Mom reminded me tonight I need to write my blog.  She makes it sound like fun, but sometimes it feels like a chore.  Kinda like writing out Christmas cards, right mom?  RIGHT?  (In case you're wondering, mom hasn't even started her Christmas cards yet!  Only 6 days to go and they certainly won't make it in time, but she keeps putting it off anyway.  I've tried to tell her to get on it, but she keeps finding other chores to so instead.  I'm not even going to bother telling you the disaster that buying presents has become.  Mom said she's giving up completely on that front).  I gots a card from Buddy and Penny, though!  Hey mom, if even Buddy and Penny can send me a card, surely you can write a few to your family and friends, you know!

I've been busy helping mom decorate the house with tons and tons of lights for Christmas.  The outdoor lights are up and set on a timer, all the windows on the main level are trimmed with lights; the front window has garland and swag lights hanging.  A few days ago we were out for our evening stroll when a neighbour stopped mom to say I did a great job hanging all the lights - he said he likes looking out his window and seeing my house all lit up.  Of the four "streets" in our complex, there's really only one where all the neighbours go all out.  On our side us and the across-the-street neighbours are really the only ones who've decorated with any gusto.  The moisy, obnoxious neighbours next door have one string of icicle lights along the eaves over the garage door.  Still better than nothing I s'pose.

OH!  Mom wants me to make sure to tell everyone I haven't touched the tree At All!  It's not even blocked off or anything :-)

Mom made me an appointment with the groomer for this coming Wednesday.  She said she's going to come home at lunch to pick me up then will get me back after work.  I told mom I would try my hardest to be a Very Good Boy while there.  Mom's given me enough baths that she knows I'm very good.  She made sure that they have anti-allergy shampoo and while they still use a blow dryer, they have a cool air dryer and seeing as how I'm going to be there for a few hours, I should be able to air dry too.

Tonight I was mucking around after our "Let's go!" and mom took some early "before" pics, mostly to show Miss Eleni how much my hair has grown back!  I'm starting to get a few matts down by my butt, though.  Mom brushes me a lot, but it's to a point where she can't keep up.  That, and the hair hanging down my face Drives Me Nuts!

That's me waiting for mom to put down the flashy thing so I can jump up on my chair.
Got up on my chair and mom is still flashing the camera at me!

Friday, December 3, 2010

My junk is rotten!

Mom says my favourite telephone pole gave me The Clap.

Now, if you've been following my story you'll know I have a quirk in that I don't like peeing all that much.  I can 'hold it' almost 18 hours!  It freaks mom out and she makes me go in the morning, although sometimes I still won't on our mini-walk so she lets me be.  I 'go' when mom comes home from work and again on our "Let's Go!" later in the evening, first stop is my favourite telephone pole.

Well, I guess that all caught up with me. 

I have a bladder infection.

Mom noticed on Wednesday I wasn't as perky as I normally am (and let me tell you, I am ALL CAPS PERKY!!!) so she kept her eye on me.  Then on Thursday morning I shuddered at the idea of peeing.  Mom was concerned, but put out pee pads and put the belly band on me.  When she got home from work and took off the belly band, there was a small circle of clear blood and puss where my junk ends.

Well!!  What a flurry of action and activity that caused!  Next thing you know, I'm being rushed to a local vet for an urgent appointment.  $65 later and a bottle of pills in hand, mom finally started breathing normally.

The pills are HUGE and I found half of one in my wiener treat.  Nice try, mom!  Oooo, but I like how you made my pumpkin treat later on!  A tablespoon of boiling water, stirred several times (for some strange reason) then a dollop of pumpkin with a tiny sprinkle of sugar on top (one mini-pinch) - Mmmmm, warm pumpkin 'soup'

This morning I had warm pumpkin soup again - I'm a lucky dog!  AND when mom got home from work tonight she said I was already starting to be my ol' PERKY self :-)  I have to admit, I AM feeling better, and my junk doesn't hurt as much when I pee.

Must be that warm pumpkin soup that made me feel better, and not those huge stupid, awful tasting pills...

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Socks and Pumpkin

OK, so one little foible I have that mom discovered is that I love socks.  Not just socks, but socks from the dirty laundry bin.  I don't know what it is about 'em, but I love rooting through the laundry bin and finding those tubes of smelly goodness.  Mom was trying to find all her wool socks (she says she wears wooly socks all winter 'cause her feet get too cold) and couldn't find them; she swore she put them in the laundry bin!

She found 'em.

I had a stash in the living room behind the arm chair, you know, so I could have the comforts of my mom while she was at work all day.  Anyway, mom found them behind the armchair on the weekend and washed them all.  I was upset!  I mean, I tossed them, played with them, snuggled on the pile while mom was away - socks are FUN!

Today I was bored and figured I may as well check out the laundry bin to see if I could find some more socks to play with.  There was only one pair of white sport socks, no woollies.  White sport socks are no fun; they don't fly in the air very well, and when I snuggle them, they're not soft and warm like the woollies.

Tonight when mom came home from work she discovered my replacement.

Let's just say, it's a good thing mom was alone when she came home.  I scattered all the landry in the bucket across the house, from the bedroom down the stairs to the living room.  Oh yes!  Happy laundry day for me!

Not so happy for mom.

Mom also discovered that I like garbage.  Now, I'm not talking food/kitchen garbage (that's just yucky) but kleenex and other paper-like debris most often found where, you ask?  Why yes, that's correct:  The bathroom garbage!

I found it when I was foraging for socks.

Mom couldn't tell how much I ate but when we went for our "Let's Go!" she found out.  Yup!  I pooped gauze and paper bits.  When we got home mom took me to the grocery store to get a can of plain pumpkin.  The can has sugar in the ingredients, but no spices - just pumpkin and sugar.   The pet food palace is closed so she 'made do' with a small can for now.  I kinda like pumpkin!  Mom says she's going to take me out in the morning to see if it helps get rid of my garbage tummy.  And she's going to the pet food palace to buy more dog food and real doggy pumpkin after work tomorrow.

So between having to do an 'emergency' load of laundry and sweep up bathroom garbage debris, I kept mom busy tonight!  Imagooddog :-)

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Good thing I wear a fur coat!

'Cause it's freakin' COLD outside!  Ok, mom says it's not that bad, that I'm a wimp an' all, but darn it, I still say it's cold.

I've been trapped inside the house for 2 whole days so I begged and whined and whimpered to go for a walk.  Unbeknownst to me, it was -4 C (25F) out there.  Mom snoodled me up in my snappy sheepskin lined jacket (that Miss Eleni gave me as a going away pressie!) and she put a wool cowl/neckwarmer around my collar and off we went.

Oh, forgot to mention mom was snoodled up in her own woolly toque, cowl and mitts...that she made herself (she made my cowl too, but in boy-ish colours.  Mine is yellow and turquoise, nice and visible at night).  So remember I was teasing her about taking up knitting?  Well, now that's it's cold(er) outside, I kinda appreciate it now.  Don't tell her I said that though, or she'll make me more stuff to wear!

The damp goes right through my fur and chills me so when we come home I like to curl up on the sofa while mom makes herself a hot chocolate.  Tonight I decided to write my blog while mom waits for the water to boil.

It's supposed to snow tonight and all day tomorrow and mom said we're going to play in the snow when she comes home from work :-)  I can't wait!!

Friday, November 19, 2010

Darn cold out there!!

Mom, I gotta go potty!  No really, turn off that falling snow first, though.  I don't want to go out there in that.  Aw c'mon, do I really have to go outside?  It's cold!

Despite my protests, mom made me go outside - she said we were only going for a quick walk around the ring road that circles our complex, but that was long enough!  I quickly peed but I didn't want to poop out there.  Maybe mom will take me in the yard in the morning and I'll take my poop then.

It's darn cold out there, blowing snow, and the wind cuts right through my fur coat.  I well and truly don't like it!  Mom said the cold weather will help cut down my aromatic scent but I have a sneaking suspicion I'm having a bath tomorrow.  Right now it's -1 C (30 F) but the damp makes it so much worse.

I'm such a west coast wimp...  :-(

Sunday, November 14, 2010

I'm a Lucky Dog!

I gots my very own tree IN the house!  I'm not allowed to go potty on it, though.  Mom says if I try my junk might get fried - 'cause there are almost 500 lights on it!!

Mom told me that a few years ago she up-sized her little 4' tree to a big ol' 6' tree that came with lights already attached, 300 of 'em.  Mom showed me that it doesn't look all the cheery with only 300 lights so she wraps two more strings around the "trunk" and through the garland draping the front.  Now it looks like a cheerful Christmas tree!

She's not done yet, she said we're going to hang decoration on the tree and get it all fixed up before turning it on, but that's for another day.

Oh!  I almost forgot to tell you:  I got to be a protective little brother today :-)  So Willy hasn't been all that active lately; he's slowing down as he gets old(er) - he's 17 1/2 years old for cryin' out loud!  He doesn't groom himself all that much and mom doesn't think he uses the scratching posts or floor pads anymore either.  Anyway, his fur on his hips is pretty badly matted up and his nails were so long he clicked when he walked.  So this morning mom rolled him up in a towel and an old sheet, put a vet clinic-type of cone around his head, and took out the heavy-duty nail clippers.  Not the wimpy little clippers she normally uses on her fingers, but the big ol' toe-nail ones!  One nail was so long, it curled around his toe pad.  Mom figured he was in rough shape, but that upset her to have to dig that nail out.

I know it hurt Willy 'cause he was howling and screaming up a storm!  I got scared that mom was hurting him and started barking and kicking up my own storm.  Now, I know I'm not allowed up on the bed but I HAD to get up there to stop mom from hurting my big brother.  Right?  RIGHT?

To make a long story short, mom got the long nail out, Willy stopped screaming, then mom mopped up the blood.  After the howling stopped (mom's and Willy's!!) she was able to take the matt comb and tackle his hips.  She only worked one side today 'cause he was upset about the manicure and even then, she didn't do a thorough job of it so next weekend he gets his back feet nails trimmed and the matts are getting cut out.

I shall guard my big brother very carefully to ensure he has a true Spa experience and not whateverthehell he went through today ever again!  Harumph!!

But in the end mom said I'm a Good Little Brother :-)

Saturday, November 13, 2010

A tree? in the house?????

Are you kidding me?  Mom wants to put up a tree in the freakin' house!  She said she's feeling the start of the winter blahs so she wants to put up the Christmas tree early.  Mom told me last year she didn't set it up at all (too much work) but this year she will.  Mostly because it's my first Christmas with mom :-)

When mom opened the big box with all the Christmas stuff she found Willy's stocking, her stocking...and Kira's stocking.  She started crying a little when she held Kira's stocking so I rushed over to see if I could help with a cuddle and when that didn't work, I brought her a toy to play with.  I just want her to be happy-go-lucky like ME!  She smiled and said Kira probably wouldn't mind if I borrowed her stocking this year, unless mom can find one of my very own, that is.  That's OK, it looks like it hold a ton of treats (Peanut Butter cookies and doggy chocolate from the Barkery, perhaps?) so I'm sure it's all good.

This year we get to put up the Christmas lights in November.  Mom said that in previous years the start date was December 1 in this complex but because of anticipated Really Bad Weather, we are allowed to set up early.  Tomorrow we're testing all the lights and getting them ready to install next weekend.  But the tree is going up tomorrow for sure!  Mom's going to put the decorations high enough that I can't "inspect" them too closely, though she may still put a few on the bottom row so I can enjoy Christmas at my level.  I've been warned that if I touch even ONE decoration I'll be in trouble.

I've heard that before from mom and really, she such a wimp when it comes to me, it hardly means much (although once in a while...well, let's just say, there are some things I swear I will never do again!  I don't like it when mom speaks sharply to me).

Despite the rain we went for a walk tonight.  I refused to pee in the backyard at all today (too rainy!!) and mom was getting nervous.  I didn't poop on the Let's Go, though.  Mom said if it let's up a bit she'll take me down the road later on to poop.  It's fairly warm out tonight (7C or 45F) and no wind so we were comfortable outside.

I really hate the rain, though.  Yes, I'm a West Coast boy, but I still hate getting my feet wet!

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Happy Birthday, Mom!

It was mom's birthday on Saturday - she said she's now 42 years old.  42?  Holy Crap!  I wonder what that is in dog years?

I told mom for her birthday I would take her for a walk before the rain started.  She got about half-way around our route before the skies opened up.  She had her umbrella with her and I had my snappy coat on so even though we got a little wet, it wasn't that bad.

Then, again for her birthday, I took her to Aunt Diane's house so we could dry off a little and have a visit.  Aunt Diane gave mom some chicken soup and I got to clean the bowl...anything to help with the chores!  We were offered treats after but mom said she's been eating so much left-over Halloween candy that just the thought of eating more junk food made her feel sick.  I was so looking forward to helping with the ice cream dishes, but alas, mom didn't have any ice cream :-(

After I'm finished writing this blog entry I'm going to shuffle mom up to bed, turn on the electric blanket and tuck mom in for the night.  MissVanja called earlier and left me a voicemail - she said I get to crawl onto the bed and cuddle with mom tonight - you know, for her birthday ~!  Not sure if mom will let me, though.  Willy didn't get mom anything for her birthday, no walks or visit with Aunt Diane, so why should HE get to sleep with mom under the 'lectric blankey tonight?

Sunday, October 31, 2010

I did OK...until...

The fireworks started.  Damn kids!!!

Mom set up a blankey for me to crouch on when all the wee ones were coming to the door for candy.  Then they stopped coming so I lay down on the blankey and just waited with mom while she played on the computer.  Then the bangs and booms started.  I got really scared and started whimpering and crying.  I told mom to take me off the tether and just let me go hide some where, please???  But then more kids came around so she couldn't.  So what started as an awesome night ended with a little scared moment for yours truly.  Now mom has the fireplace on and we're watching TV.  Mom turned the TV up loud so it helps drown out all the noise outside.

Here are some pictures of the house I helped decorate, me guarding the inside, and the blankey mom set up for at the top of the stairs (I still don't much care for the flashy thing so I closed my eyes.  Mom says I'm as bad as MissSherry!!!!)

Handsome as all heck after my bath this morning, yes?

A new friend, a cardboard box, a bath, and the fireplace...

But not necessarily in that order!

Aunt Diane came home this week from a looooong holiday.  Mom said I could finally meet her when she recovered from travelling.

I got to meet Aunt Diane on Friday - she is sooooo cool!   She gave me a toy (a koala bear puppet) but I wasn't allowed to bring it home.  Mom said that's my special toy for when we visit Aunt Diane.  Aunt Diane pet me, and I snuck a cuddle in; AND I'm allowed up on the love seat in the window!  I was told over and over that I'm a good boy and darn it, I'm handsome and cute all at the same time.  Everyone needs a doting Aunt and looks like I gots one all to myself :-)

Today is Bath Day and I squirmed more than usual.  *I* thought I smelled great, but mom had a different opinion.  She said she could still smell WillyTruffles seeping out of my pores, although my breath is better.  That, and my fur felt a little greasy.   So bright and early this morning mom took me out for a potty break then plopped me in the laundry tub.  Because mom won't use the dryer on me, she turned on the fireplace so the living room would be nice and toasty warm for when I have the AfterBathCrazies.  She also vacuumed the carpet so when I run around in circles, I would stay clean.

And that's exactly what I did.  After my bath mom rubbed me over and over, then I had my towel cuddle.  After mom 'cut me loose' in the living room, I rubbed my ears on the carpet, going in so many circles, mom lost track!  Then mom said I was still a little too wet (my fur has grown back to the point where I think I might need a haircut soon!) so mom towel dried me some more then brushed me all over (several times 'cause I shook and shook in between brushing).  We played fetch with a few toys and I got so excited I nipped at mom a few times, even caught her nose at one point!  But in the end, I smelled great and was all dry, even the part under my chin.

We're going for our "Let's Go!" earlier than normal this afternoon (that's why I had to have my bath really early) because mom said, "All hell's gonna break loose tonight!"  Mom tied to explain that in years past kids weren't allowed to trick or treat in this complex.  Some ladies would set up a table at the entrance and ask for donations of money or candy to give out to the kids instead.  All that changed this year and kids are now allowed to go door-to-door.  Mom said because it's not been allowed before, she doesn't know how many kids to expect.  She has enough candy for 300 kids, though (well, I saw her sneaking a few pieces so let's just say she has enough for 290 kids...) and she expects the fun to start around 5-ish for the wee little kids.

Yesterday I helped mom decorate the front of the house AND she asked Aunt Diane to come over, if she wasn't prepared to hand out candy herself (after all, she just got back and may not have had time to buy any candy to give out!)  I sure hope Aunt Diane comes over tonight!!!!  Anyway, back to decorating - THAT's when I found me another cardboard box to demolish!  Mom had a bunch of stuff left over from long ago when she lived in Alberta so she found it and opened a few boxes to decorate,  I was happily watching mom on the porch (I was tethered with a 15' tie-out cord so I wouldn't get too excited and run into the road, but long enough that I could hang out on the porch) when she GAVE ME a box to chomp on!  So much for BoxHab!

No pictures yet today - though mom expects to take some tonight, IF I do OK with all the activity that she expects.

I'll tell you how I did, tomorrow!

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

What's better than Chicken McNuggets and fries?

Why, the box they came in, of course!!

Holy, Mom would you please run the vacuum cleaner around - and this time turn it on first?


Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Mystery of the smelly breath has been solved,,,well, discovered.

I've been at a loss trying to figure out why Conor's breath is so stinky.  Vanja suggested maybe he's a poop eater (not unusual with Shih Tzu's).  I didn't think so 'cause he had a few poop accidents when he first moved in and they were waiting for me when I got home.

Anyway, last night we headed upstairs for bed and while I brushed my teeth (etc.) Conor went out the room.  I didn't think much of it, in fact it barely registered with me.

Then when I went to crawl in to bed, I called for Conor and well, no answer!  Weird!!  SO I got back up and WHAT THE HELL???????????  Conor is in Willy's "room" EATING HIS POOP FROM THE LITTER BOX!!!!!

I thought I had it pretty well blocked off, but apparently His Royal Self could wiggle through the hole I created and snack away.  Now, I have a pretty strong stomach, but even that was too much and bile started creeping up.

So there I am at 11 p.m. cutting MORE plastic mesh (from a cheap old baby gate), reinforcing it with thick cardboard from the kitty litter box and zip-tying it all together.  Then I dropped the gate to about 5" tightening up the access hole for SirWillyCat to poop in peace.

I had to snicker because when I caught Conor in the room, I just looked at him and ordered him out.  He flattened his ears and wouldn't make eye contact with me.  He went to the end of the hallway and waited at the top of the stairs.

After my renovation project, I called him to bed and he SLUNK into the room, crawled onto his bed and (near as I can tell) stayed there all night long.  After work today I took a look and it would "appear" the litter box wasn't doubling as a buffet during my absence.

Here are some pictures of the renovated gate and a token picture of his bed beside mine:

Walk through baby gate, raised to allow cat access.
Close up of new hole, about 4" by 5".

I jammed a piece of cardboard underneath so the mesh/cardboard reinforcement wouldn't be flop back and forth or be flexible.  I told Conor that if he gets his arse stuck in the hole, he's on his own.  He got himself into it, he can get himself out of it.  As a aside, when Willy was under a year old he climbed the curtains and was perched on the rail, FREAKING out.  It was a bachelor apartment and I was asleep (shift worker on Midnights at the time).  I opened one eye, told him to shut up and that he got himself up, he can bloody well find his way down.  When I woke up later that evening he was down and curled up beside me.

Conor's bed, with MissNicole's blankey

Saturday, October 23, 2010

I need BoxHab...

...but I really don't wanna go.  I luvs mah boxes too much :-P

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Found the recycle bin!

And all the cardboardy goodness the bag contains :-D

It's a sad day today

It's with great sadness that today we learned of Miko crossing the Rainbow Bridge.  Miko was lovingly cared for by Miss Eleni of Furbaby Rescue.  I'm not sure how long she had him, but I recall Eleni saying he was an older dog ( 12 or 13?  I can't remember).

Regardless, I met Miko twice, and can remember the exact dates:  June 23, 2007 when I adopted Kira and just last month, on September 10 when I adopted Conor.  In a weird way, Miko played a part in helping what would become my dogs with their re-socialization.  He has probably met hundreds of dogs who've come into his home waiting for a home of their own and I expect he sighed and helped them each and every time.

God Speed, little Miko.  There's a reason St. Francis will ask you to stand beside him...

~Conor's mom. 

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Mom's sick :8(

Mom came home early from work yesterday so I was thinking, hey, we can go for our "Let's GO" early.  I thought, why go pee in the back yard if we're going for a walk?  Mom took me outside to pee anyway.  She was kinda grumpy about it so I hurried, then she made a 'phone call, then I was hoping we'd go for our walk after she said goodbye to whoever she was talking to.  Except mom went upstairs, took a looooooong shower, put on her jammies, and crawled into bed.  Soon she was snoring and I was like, "WTCrap?  What about MEEEEEEE????"

Later on she woke up, took another shower, put on some clothes and took me down to the corner for a poop.  I figured something was wrong with mom (she looked like crap!) so I happily complied.

This morning mom stayed home from work and lounged around in her jammies all day.  She tried to nap on the couch but alas, I would have none of that.  She grumbled at me and went upstairs to bed.  That's OK.  Mom's been drinking little cups of this GawdAwful smelling red medicine stuff.  She said she's sick.  She thinks she caught a flu bug (all achy, joints hurt, feels like she's been hit by a truck, etc.)  But she has some Important Meetings this week so she HAS to go to work tomorrow and Thursday.

I did get to snuggle with mom for a long time today and as much as I love that, I also like to play!  Mom has tried to explain to me that when she's sick she doesn't want to play or "Let's GO" but I don't quite understand.  I mean, she's home right?  So she can play, right?  I'm not really a pest, am I?  I should be able to share the couch, right?  I mean, I'm a good boy!  (Work with me here, people!!)

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Playing all day

Mom took me for out "Let's GO!" early tonight so we could have more time to play this evening.  But before that, I had to guard the kitchen while mom cooked supper.  I got a taste of the spaghetti sauce, but only a teeny-tiny taste.  Mom is cheap with sharing her food :-((

Token shots:


You shoulda seen me about 30 seconds before mom caught this shot - I was racing around the house, upstairs and all, with MissSnailio "chasing" me.  MissSnailio finally collapsed in exhaustion so I licked her to wake her up.

I wuv my MissSnailio <3

Friday, October 15, 2010

Finally let mom nap.

Mom said she's had a long week so I let her take a nap on the couch.  She looked sooooo comfertubles that I couldn't help myself.  I took a nap with her.  I nudged my shoulder right up against hers and rested my head in front of her shoulder.  Mom says I snore.  And I have bad breath.

You know what cures bad breath, there mom?  Chicken wieners!!  Trust me...

It's getting colder outside at night but we're still going for our "Let's GO!" time.  Mom has been knitting up a storm.  Well, maybe not a storm, but a whole lotta toques!  She wore a bright yellow and blue one tonight.  She said once she gets good and knitting, she's going to try to knit mitts.  She has lots of winter wear, but says she wants matching mitts.  And that it gives her more stuff to try and make.

Did I not warn you she was gearing up to make me stuff?  She made the doggy equivalent of a cowl neck warmer.  It matches her toque.


Sunday, October 10, 2010

Bath day!

Mom said I was feeling a little greasy, that and I needed an Advantage shot so I had a bath.  Mom won't use the blow dryer on me, says it'll dry out my skin too much so I get to air dry.  It's not very warm out today, but at least it's sunny.  I don't mind being towel dried 'cause mom wraps me up and I get to cuddle for a while in TWO blankies (well, a towel and a blankie).

Before shots:

The infamous ottoman where I was accused of barking up a storm at passers-by.  *Sarcasm* me taking a nap under the window is sooooooo threatening! /*sarcasm*

After bath shots:

Even though mom towel dried me I still don't much care for wet feet so I tried to dry myself.

Now HERE, I'm guarding the kitchen window.  Yes, I freely admit it.  But I'm hardly threatening and certainly not barking (low-throaty growl, maybe, but not barking!)


Am I showing off my shiny clean self to all the pretty girls who pass by my window?
I AM a Muppethead!!!!
(handsome little guy, ain't I?)

More about me

Because it's my blog and if I wanna talk about me, I can so :-PPP

Miss Eleni was able to find out more about my past.  I was born in Oregon, USA!  All we know is the year, 2008.  I was purchased from what mom is pretty sure was a puppymill (bleech!  Those are nasty places!  I'm glad I don't live there anymore) and my new owner wasn't able to keep up with my needs.  A friend took me in and I lived in the new place for a while (8 months) then that person got hurt and couldn't take care of me.  But she tried, that much we do know.  I lost my nuts in March 2010.  I was vaccinated then and again by Miss Eleni in September so no more needles for a while yet.  Both Miss Eleni and mom don't want me over-vaccinated.

Mom says anyone who gives their beloved pet to a rescue must really love them.  At least I didn't end up at a kill-shelter, scary Pound, or taken to a Vet for a Really Bad Needle.  I was one of the lucky ones, *I* was given to Miss Eleni's rescue and she made sure I got a Forever Home then my mom called about me and the rest you know.  So mom says my former people showed how much they loved and cared, even if they couldn't keep me, by giving me the best chance to find her!  When mom found out I didn't really remember when my birthday was, she decided to honour my American heritage and arbitrarily gave me July 4th as my new Birthday.  AND we live close enough to the USA that I should be able to see (but not hear) fireworks every year on my birthday - YAY!  A party just for me every year!!

Mom can't believe with all the changes I've experienced in just two short years that I have such a wonderful disposition.  I mean, I get excited when we see any kind or size of dog!  I love playing with other doggies :-)  Just the other night we went for our "Let's Go!" and we met a Pitt Bull/Mastiff X who weighed (ready for it?) .......... 170 pounds!  This dog was HUGE!!  My wee little 22 pound self didn't care, I just wanted to play - so we did :-D  Just for a few minutes, though, both mom and the other lady had to carry on with our respective "Let's Go!"'s  Then I met another dog, Sam.  Sam has a HUGE fenced yard (he's a Pitt Bull, too) so we had to sniff through the fence.  I wanted to play with Sam but until either of us can jump a 6' chain link fence, guess we're stuck just sniffing through the fence.

Mom is also happy that we can cut through the park and when little kids come running up, I sit quietly and then only when mom has permission will she let me lick their hands as a 'hello'.  I like licking the fingers of little kids - they usually have tasty drippings still on their hands so I get to clean juice, ice cream, or whatever off.  Then the kids run back to their parents and can say their hands are now clean :-)  Win-Win!!

Mom also learned that my reluctance to potty in the backyard is just a thing with me; apparently it takes me a while to find a potty place.  What can I say *shrug* I'm fussy.  Oh, I have found a good potty corner in my backyard now.  Still haven't found a good poop place, though.  Mom says I better find one soon 'cause the rainy season is here in full force and it's supposed to snow a lot this winter.  She doesn't much like going for a "Let's GO!" when there's ice and snow every where (still gonna make her go, though).

Finally, mom was told a few things she already figured out:  I love going on car rides, love the "Let's GO!" time, and I love being close to my person, either by the feet or on the couch.  Now, mom didn't know I lived with cats before (shh, I did), but she figured I must have 'cause even though Willy hisses and spits at me, I could care less about him.  I figure let him hiss and spit, it's good for the cardio system; mom says he's old and pretty much lives upstairs so he doesn't get any exercise any more - revving up the heart rate is good for him.

I am still convinced that I should be able to sleep on the bed with mom and Willy, though.  Gonna work on that one...

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

No more napping!

Mom tried to take a nap after work tonight.  I wouldn't let her.  I figured why should she just lay there when she can play with me?  So I made her get up and play.  This isn't the first time I've done this...


Then she pointed the flashy thing at me.  I don't much care for the flashy thing!  Can't she do that during the day when it's bright outside?

We just came back from our walk when mom took these pics.

In case you may not know, I LUV MAH YELLOW PUPPY!!!!!  And my hoof...and my mom :-)

Monday, October 4, 2010

Token Pic

So mom got fed up of me whining and whimpering while she was on the 'puter and came up with a solution!  Now I can update my blog from the comfort of my very own 'puter chair :-D

I like to think of this as "Where's Conor?"  Good thing only the dining room chairs are beige.  Couldn't imagine if the couch was too - I mean, I'd be LOST!!!

I have an upset tummy

Can dogs have Imodium?

I have an upset tummy and dropped some really gross hershey kisses on the carpet in the living room and by the back door (see mom?  I tried!!)

We went for our "Let's Go!" tonight and mom brought a water bottle (as recommended by Miss Vanja) 'cause mom figured she wouldn't be able to pick up my poop.  She was right.  So she used the water bottle to rinse the area instead.

Mom thinks it was my new dental treats; perhaps she gave me too much at once so she's going to cut them in half again so I only get an inch or so of the tubular treat.  The package says to only give me the treats twice a week and I've had two since Saturday.  Maybe mom needs new glasses?  So it's down to the basement for a butt bath for me...

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Things about me

So there are a few things about me mom is starting to learn:

1.  I like paper.  So you know the classic joke 'my dog ate my homework'?  Chances are it's true.  Mom is finding remnants of old receipts, scraps of cardboard, and a small box all chewed up and scattered around the house.  She said she'll give me the bills, but to leave the rest alone.  Mom has an expensive shredder that makes paper into what looks like broken up pieces of angel hair pasta so I can't have the shredding job.  I'm sure she doesn't mean that...I mean, I have to earn my keep somehow!

2.  When I'm feeling ignored, or if I want to play NOW! I whine and whimper until mom picks me up (or I hop up on her lap while she's on the 'puter), steal some scritches, and take some snorgles.  Mom puts me down too fast for my liking, though.  I like being on mom's lap.

3.  I don't it when mom blows air in my face.  I rub my paws over my eyes and nose to get away from it - yet I keep going back for more.  *shrug*

4.  Mom says I have stinky breath.  She says it smells like poo.  That's just GROSS!  Mom has been making me eat a tablespoon of yogurt every day, something about all the antibiotics killing the good bacteria too.  And she bought me some healthy dental treats from the special doggy food store (don't worry, she read the label and the closest thing to a 'grain' is cornstarch!  She made sure to get me the right stuff so I don't get sick with allergies.)  They must working 'cause mom let's me breathe on her face again (see #2).

No bath this weekend.  Mom said it was too rainy and chilly outside for me to dry properly, yet it's too warm for the fireplace yet.  I can't have a blowdry and set 'cause it might make my skin too dry again so mom said maybe this week she'll cave and put on the fireplace one evening.

Mom has some new pictures of me to share, but she's too lazy to go upstairs to get the camera, download the card, upload to blogger, and post for you all to see.  Lazy Bum!!  I'll try to remind her tomorrow.

Monday, September 27, 2010

Things are settling

Mom has been having innerwebz troubles this weekend so even though I tried and tried to tell everyone about my weekend, I simply couldn't.

Of course I told mom if she would quit watching TV online she wouldn't have innerwebz trouble!  I just don't get it - why watch TV on a 15" laptop screen when we have a perfectly good 32" flat screen TV?  Because I'm a season behind on Big Bang Theory - so Rock Paper Scissors Lizard Spock THAT little Mr. Conor!

OKokok, so my weekend...(it's all about me, not Big Bang Theory, there mom!)  We went for a LOOOOOONG walk on Saturday, so much so I was simply tuckered when we came home.  Mom said the weather was supposed to 'get ugly' this week so she wanted to enjoy the fine weather while we still had it.  On Sunday we went for TWO walks!  Regular walks this time, but we got to go twice, so that made me happy :-)  Mom had to go to school (haha!) on Saturday morning to take a free course on making movies and splicing them on the computer.  She has a MacBook Pro and now totally understands how to use iMovie.  That means she can post movies of Yours Truly (when she actually has time to take movies of me...and fiddle with them on the 'puter...when she's not watching TV ONLINE!)  GAH!  Anyway, when she came home and after our LOOOOONG walk, I had another bath.

OH!  I almost forgot, mom wants me to tell everyone that while she isn't a Vet and has never played one on TV, she says my flea rash is completely healed and there's no more redness - she declared me HEALED!  I still have to have a wiener chunk every night for a few more days (TONS more days please?) and I'm going to meet VetLady in two weeks.  In the between time, mom says I'm all better, unofficially, of course.

I'm getting used to the idea that this is my forever home.  Mom comes home every day and we go for walks all the time so I think it must mean I'm staying.

It's pouring rain tonight, but guess what?  You got it!  We still went for a walk :-)  Miss Eleni would be horrified, though - mom made me wear a spare doggy coat she has - it was supposed to be for Kira, but Kira never wore out her first one so I get the spare one.  The coat is dark fuchsia.  I don't care about human stereotypes so long as it keeps me dry and I can still go for my walks, despite the rain.

I met a few more dogs from the neighbourhood (Levi and two others whose names I've forgotten) and mom said I am AWESOME with other dogs around and I know that makes her happy.  Maybe I can try Doggy Daycare as soon as mom finds one she likes and that's close to home.

Finally, apparently when mom naps on the couch it doesn't mean I can pile all my toys on her chest and whimper and whine until she plays with me.  Didn't go over well earlier tonight :-(

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Glimmer of hope

Today mom video'd me again - guess she doesn't trust me yet.  I hardly barked at all when mom left!  Of course, I held vigil at the kitchen window waiting for her return. 
It wasn't as lonely today because mom remembered to leave the TV on so I could listen to CNN all day.  I know.  CNN all freakin' day.  I know mom said I used to be American and should really keep up with what's happening in my home country, but I'm Canadian now so she should have left it on CBC.  But then I would have slept all day.  *snerk*

Oh oh oh!!!!!  I almost forgot to tell you the best part:  NO ACCIDENTS!!!  And NO belly band today.  I held it allllll day long until mom took me for my mini-walk after work.  It was raining so we only went to my favourite bush and back.  Later tonight we went for a longer walk, but not on our regular route (it was still raining) but I had to poop so we went around the park at the end of the street and back.  Yeah, I peed and pooped.  Couldn't really read my peemail, it was too wet outside.  Oh, mom made me wear a coat that lights up across the back down by the bum.  I think 2 or 3 cars honked at me - I must look HOT in that coat!  And I was dry (except my feet and top o' my head) when we got back so I'm thinking this coat thing isn't such a bad idea after all.  I get attention from passers-by, cars honk at me, I can still pee and poop, and it keeps me dry in the pouring rain.  Mom is so smart to make me wear it!

More season premiers tonight so I'm off to watch TV with mom.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Maybe I barked...maybe I didn't.

Mom set up the camera to video me to see how long I barked after she left.  Silly girl forgot to recharge the batteries and only got about 3 minutes of video.  But in that 3 minutes she learned I bark at the door to the garage for a bit then come upstairs and park my arse at the kitchen window to watch the world around me.  It seems I didn't bark for long but she's going to try again tomorrow to catch me being bad missing her like crazy and letting everyone know it.

Even though I went for a mini-walk for a pee this morning, I still had an accident on the area rug.  Mom cleaned it but I was still embarrassed.  Don't know why I won't pee in the backyard, though.  Guess I'm just not used to it here.  Mom says a co-worker may bring her dog over this weekend to play with me and show me that it's OK to pee in the backyard.  Mom hopes it works, and so do I (I really don't like peeing inside the house).

Later tonight we went for a nice long walk, a little longer than usual 'cause mom wants me really tuckered out tonight.  When we got back she exclaimed that it's the best night to watch TV; all her favourite shows are coming back this week.  We played with YellowPuppy for a while then we curled up on the couch and watched TV while mom worked on knitting a wool toque.

My mom knits.  And crochets.

Oh good Lord.

Next thing you know, she'll be trying to find patterns to make me a winter outfit.  If she makes me booties too I will simply cry with shame.

Sunday, September 19, 2010


Today I just wanted to play!  Mom slept in, I didn't pee, y'know, the usual...but then mom started doing chores and it looked like she needed a break so I gathered up my toys and started tossing them around.  Mom soon joined in and tossed 'em for me.  After a while we went for a "Let's Go!" so I wouldn't have an accident in the house.  Mom took a nap later and then when she woke up, we played AGAIN!  Mom loves playing with my toys, she keeps trying to take 'em away from me but I hung on for all it's worth :-)  Oh, and mom made me another bandana.  There's some purple in it but that's OK, it's a manly-man purple!

I'm not sure which I love more, my hoof chew or YellowPuppy.  All I know for sure is mom can't have either one!
Or is my true love MissSnailio?

Saturday, September 18, 2010

"It's been one week since you looked at me"

I let mom sleep in until 10:30 this morning then she played on the computer for a while.  I went out to the backyard but I forgot to pee again.  Mom didn't take me for a mini-walk so I guess I'll just hold it.

After playing on the computer, mom took me outside so she could work in the garden.  I thought mom was going to "putter" but it sure looked like hard work to me!  So I just lay out in a sunny spot.  Nope, didn't go pee then either.

After "puttering" mom decided it was time for my bath with the special shampoo.  I think she actually used me as a scrub brush to wash all the dirt off her hands and arms 'cause she sure took her time washing me!  (I still didn't pee) After a good towel-dry I shook a few times and felt pretty good about myself - mom snorgled me saying I was soft and cuddly.  I'm a BOY!  I don't want to be soft and cuddly (well, I do like to cuddle...) but I draw the line at being soft - I'm a manly-man (Miss Eleni says so!)

After an hour or so mom said I was dry enough to go for a "Let's Go!"  It was a warm sunny day so we felt it was pretty safe to go out an hour after a bath.  The first bush I saw I let 'er rip!  I peed For-Ever (I really had to go by now) and then we went on our route.  I checked my peemail, replied, and pooped.  Mom then said she had to go to the store so she left me alone for 2 hours.  I barked when mom left and when she came home, I was again in the kitchen window watching all the activity in the complex.  She waved to me and watched me dash off the ottoman knowing I was heading downstairs (where I barked and barked until mom came in the house).

Mom is kind of mean, though - she cooked up a pizza and Would NOT Share One Freakin' Slice with me!!  Dammit.  How do I convince mom that Miss Eleni was only joking when she said I have allergies?  I really really really wanted some pizza - alas, mom held out, despite my wailing, whimpering, and batting my eyelashes (dammit, most folks fall for my pathetic sad eyes).  I even went so far as to place one single paw on her knee while whimpering.  No go.  Mom is stronger than I thought.

Later tonight we're going for a mini-walk just before bed 'cause mom says she has a lot of (indoor) chores to do tomorrow and wants to get a good nights' sleep tonight.

Token shots:

Look deep into my sad eyes and see how forlorn I am...Oh why oh why can't I just have a wee little taste of your delicious smelling pizza...please?  Pretty please?

I'm all tuckered out from "puttering", my bath (Don't I look fresh and clean?) then having the house for 2 hours to myself today.  Mom had to edit my junk; she edits my junk 'cause I'm ONLY TWO!

Did you notice I had a new blanket?  Mom moved my NicoleBlankey to the bedroom 'cause it's all cushiony soft for nighttime.  The blue blankey is so I can retain my manly-man appearance in the living room.

Friday, September 17, 2010

I got the whole (almost) house today :-D

This morning mom took me for a mini-walk and I peed again (don't know what the big deal is, this is getting easy!) and as promised yesterday, mom didn't use the kennel today.  She did use a baby gate to block me from going upstairs to play with Willy, though.

After getting ready for work, mom threw some treats on the living room floor and raced down to the garage as if to leave without me.  I raced her to the door 'cause the heck if she was going to go anywhere exciting without me!  She brought me back upstairs and said I had to STAY.  I tried.  I really tried.  But I ended up barking at the door to the garage 'cause I really didn't want to be alone.  Mom ignored me and went to work anyway.

Mom didn't set up the video camera today to see what kind of mischief I get into while she's away and I'm not going to incriminate myself by telling.  Suffice it to say, I had a belly band on and I soaked the pad and there was a small puddle at the top of the stairs when mom came home.  She never said a word, just cleaned it up.

Oh, I forgot to say the best part:  Mom set up an ottoman under the kitchen window (faces the road) and put a blankey there.  When she drove up to the garage after work, I was peeking over the window sill and watched mom as she park the car; she actually looked up and waved to me!  I then met her downstairs at the garage door.  Oh, I was so excited to see her!  My tail was wagging so hard and my butt was bouncing back and forth so much, I fell down twice!  We went into the backyard but I didn't pee.  Later we went for our "Let's Go!"  I was hoping to see Molly again, but I guess we missed her.  I checked my peemail, replied, and pooped so I should be OK until morning.

Mom says she wants to sleep in until at least 10 tomorrow - I'll let you know tomorrow if I let her.  She told me tonight if the weather is good she wants to "putter" in the garden.  I'm going to help her "putter" too...as soon as I figure out what "putter" means, that is...

Thursday, September 16, 2010

I hate the kennel!

So mom got this great idea to keep me quiet during the day:  Put me in a kennel.  Well!  I showed her, literally!  She video'd me today and boy oh boy did I put on a show - so much so that mom got very upset with what she saw.  I barked, I chewed, I panicked, I was stressed, and basically let the whole world know how mad I was.  Then she told me she wasn't going to use the kennel while she was at work anymore. 

I won't believe it until she let's me have the whole house tomorrow.       (LOOK ---------->)

Anyway, early this morning mom took me for a mini-walk to the mailboxes and guess what?  I PEED!!!  It was the first time I peed in the morning since I moved into my new house.  Mom was hoping I'd go the whole day without an accident but I didn't make it.  Oh well.  I get a bath on Saturday so until then, I got a sponge bath to tone down any stink on me.

Mom made me a snappy new bandana tonight!  She took it outside and sprayed something on it that smells kind of like when I was a baby (D.A.P - Dog Appeasing Pheromone spray from the Vet.  It's supposed to calm down dogs).  Mom says that may help me remember a happy time, but Miss Eleni and mom think I may have been born in a puppymill (I can't remember) but I don't think that would be a happy time at all.  Those are terrible, horrible places!!

Even though it's pouring rain outside tonight, mom took for a short walk around the big building at the end of the driveway.  I checked my PeeMail (thanks Miss Vanja!) then pooped and replied to the peemail by peeing back; as we started back home...

I saw HER.  The woman of my dreams!!  Her petite little body, her dark sultry eyes, her fancy pink coat, and a wee little wiggle when she pranced by...a little white Maltese named Molly.  Oh my, I was smitten :-)  Molly and her daddy were hunkering under a sheltered area so Molly could check her peemail (I hope she read my love note!!!) then mom started talking with Molly's dad, who it turns out lives in the same complex and they ended up standing in the rain (under umbrellas) while Molly flirted with me.  Molly's dad says I have a great disposition, nice colouring, and a straight back.  Hope he approves of me as a future son-in-law!!  Mom told him all about me, so far as she knows anyway, and all about Furbaby Rescue and how Miss Eleni took care of all the fleas and taught mom how to keep taking care of me until I'm 100%.  Then we had to go.  I winked at Molly over my shoulder as mom took me home to towel me dry.

No token shots tonight - mom still hasn't emptied the SD card from the camera after taking the movie of me today.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Growing Pains

Conor and I are going through some growing pains.  He refuses to pee in the backyard but is more than willing to poop and then fingerpaint in it in the bathroom.  And he barks.  All freakin' day long while I'm at work.  I've been coming home at lunch but still...

Now we're trying a kennel and will see how that goes.  I don't want to give him back, but I can't afford to get fines from the Strata/HOA.

So for now, here are some token pics:

Mom got up so I snagged the warm spot :-)


HEY!  No peeking at my junk,
I'm only 2, y'know!

Saturday, September 11, 2010

First look at the new neighbourhood

Mom forgot to bring the camera so never mind if you were looking for pictures.

Mom announced it was time for a walk.  Now, I probably don't remember what my other home called it, but I kinda looked up at her as if to say, "A what?"  Then mom pulled out my harness and I have to admit, I got a little worried I was being sent back so I whimpered and started shaking (ok, I was plain ol' scared -  I had no idea what was happening).

So on snapped the harness and instead of going down through the garage, we used the front door (I was wondering where that door lead to!) and mom happily called out, "Let's Go!"  I'm starting to like the words "Let's Go" because so far every time I heard it I got to have a new adventure :-)

Mom must have already had the route mapped out 'cause she seemed to know exactly where we were going.  Apparently I'm kind of rude on a leash.  I tug, go between mom's legs a lot, and always want to dart off in a new direction.  Mom said she's gonna fix that!  She already started by wrapping the leash around her hand a few times so the lead was only about 2 feet long.  Just enough that I wouldn't trip mom but short enough that I HAD to walk beside her the whole time.

Along the way we stopped at Diggity-Dog grooming (sorry, no web site - excellent service and they're fantastic with the dogs there) so I could meet the folks there.  Also, mom told them about Kira passing away and Celina shared the story about her own dog and when he died.  That was kind of depressing, sitting there listening to sad stories.  But then Celina came around the corner, crouched down and took a look at my sore area.  She said no worries, when I'm all better they have special shampoo that won't irritate my skin.  After a few minutes we left and continued our walk.

I saw a few doggies along the way and really wanted to meet them but mom made me "behave myself" (whatever THAT means) so I guess I'll try again tomorrow.  Towards the end of the route I had to poop.  Mom let me poop and HOLY SMOKES, there was a lot of poop!  And it stunk to high heaven, so much so that mom gagged a little (I figure it was partly due to the stress of the change of address and partly due to the medication he's on but ohmygod it was harsh) but it felt so good to go!

I started to get tired and mom noticed she could let the leash out a bit and it hung slack because now I was walking nicely beside her.  Mom said we might go for another "Let's Go!" tonight.  But for now I'm going to curl up on my EleniBlanket and chill.

(Edited to add:  WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN I CAN'T HAVE SOME OF YOUR HOT DOG???????????  Have you ever heard of I Haz A Hot Dog ???  I hate you so much right now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Oh yeah, keep shoving that hot dog in your face, my whimpering can give way to anguished barking Just Like That!)

(Token shots)

Never Mind the girly flower blankey!  It's comfy and warm :-P

So...what the heck is THAT you're pointing at me?  OW!  Flashy thing!!!

Friday, September 10, 2010

I'm HOME!!!

Bumper, now known as Conor!

Hey Ev'ry1!

I'm CONOR!!!!  Ain't I one helluva handsome devil?

So there I was, minding my own business, following Miss Eleni around the house hoping for a treat, then WHAMMO!  My whole world got shaken up (again?) and now I have a new mom!  Here's what happened:

This lady shows up at Miss Eleni's house and announces that she's taking me home - pretty damn presumptuous, if'n you ask me!  I mean, don't I have a say in the matter?  OK, so I ran up to her and sniffed, then I barked a little (well, the others were barking tooooo!) And yeah, I did lick her hand...and :sigh: I did let her snorgle me a little...and yeah, when one of the other dogs started to muscle in, I stayed between the lady and the other dog.

Aw shucks...I s'pose we could try this living together thing for a while.  Y'know, just to see if I like you an' all...

Next thing I know, Miss Eleni whips out some paperwork, teaches mom how to look after me (I had a flea infestation and need special care for a while yet), and then puts on my snappy new (?) car harness.  I waited patiently while mom yapped with Miss Eleni some more then off we went.  I was sad and confused for a few minutes, not wanting to say good-bye to Miss Eleni, but also wanting to start my new adventure.  So I admit, in a not so manly way, that I whimpered for a few minutes in the car.  Then mom reached back to give me some scritches said it was going to be so much fun when we got to her place, so I settled down and just lay in the backseat until the car ride ended.

We drove for about an hour then mom said those magic words so many lost and lonely doggies want to hear:  "We're HOME!!!"

After a tour of this new house, I followed mom upstairs to meet someone called Willy.  Willy is mom's cat and he didn't look too happy to see me.  So I tried to be friendly by hopping up on the bed from where he was surveying his domain.

That didn't go over well for either of us :-(

I'm going to try and convince Willy that I'm not a mean doggie and I won't try to bully him so he doesn't have to hiss and spit at me.  Not sure how successful I'll be, but I'm still gonna try.

Anyway, mom unpacked My Stuff and laid my blanket on the couch.  Now I'm just going to settle down and take a nap while I get used to all the new noises and smells in MY NEW HOUSE!

Thursday, September 9, 2010

One day closer!

Today I played a joke on my co-workers:

Me, "so, um...yeah.  got a minute?  I want to talk about something."
Co-Worker, "Sure, what's up?"
Me, "Well, I met this guy online and well, I think I'm in love.  He's handsome, blonde hair, playful, has the most gorgeous brown eyes, and a nice hairy chest to rub."
Co-Worker: <blink>
Me, "I'm meeting him this weekend in the USA and I might ask him to come live with me."
Co-Worker:  <stunned silence>
Me, "Well, what do you think?"
Co-Worker, "Ahhhh...ummmm...close the door and let's talk about this."
Me, "Oh, and he's a 2 year old Shih Tzu!"
Co-Worker:  Damn near faints with relief.
Me, "Gotcha!"

Then I asked for part of Friday afternoon off, emailed Miss Eleni, and will be going down to Furbaby Rescue Friday evening to meet Bumper Conor!

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

So I've been thinking...

So here I am still mourning the loss of my sweet little KiraGirl when I stumbled upon the most beautiful almond brown eyes I have ever seen.

He is handsome, blonde, and had the kind of body you just want to run your hands all over...he was the kind of guy I could fall in love with. 

We haven't met yet, but that doesn't matter.  I can't help but think this guy, this sweet handsome man, he MUST come live with me.  When we do meet, if he takes the same shine to me that I've taken to him, it will be a match that will last a lifetime.

Internet love... what can't you find online these days?  :-)