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.

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.

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