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.

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.

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