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.

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!

1 comment:

  1. Snort, You love the little fart already, I can tell..lol