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, 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!!)

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