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-ər (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.

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.

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