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.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

More about me

Because it's my blog and if I wanna talk about me, I can so :-PPP

Miss Eleni was able to find out more about my past.  I was born in Oregon, USA!  All we know is the year, 2008.  I was purchased from what mom is pretty sure was a puppymill (bleech!  Those are nasty places!  I'm glad I don't live there anymore) and my new owner wasn't able to keep up with my needs.  A friend took me in and I lived in the new place for a while (8 months) then that person got hurt and couldn't take care of me.  But she tried, that much we do know.  I lost my nuts in March 2010.  I was vaccinated then and again by Miss Eleni in September so no more needles for a while yet.  Both Miss Eleni and mom don't want me over-vaccinated.

Mom says anyone who gives their beloved pet to a rescue must really love them.  At least I didn't end up at a kill-shelter, scary Pound, or taken to a Vet for a Really Bad Needle.  I was one of the lucky ones, *I* was given to Miss Eleni's rescue and she made sure I got a Forever Home then my mom called about me and the rest you know.  So mom says my former people showed how much they loved and cared, even if they couldn't keep me, by giving me the best chance to find her!  When mom found out I didn't really remember when my birthday was, she decided to honour my American heritage and arbitrarily gave me July 4th as my new Birthday.  AND we live close enough to the USA that I should be able to see (but not hear) fireworks every year on my birthday - YAY!  A party just for me every year!!

Mom can't believe with all the changes I've experienced in just two short years that I have such a wonderful disposition.  I mean, I get excited when we see any kind or size of dog!  I love playing with other doggies :-)  Just the other night we went for our "Let's Go!" and we met a Pitt Bull/Mastiff X who weighed (ready for it?) .......... 170 pounds!  This dog was HUGE!!  My wee little 22 pound self didn't care, I just wanted to play - so we did :-D  Just for a few minutes, though, both mom and the other lady had to carry on with our respective "Let's Go!"'s  Then I met another dog, Sam.  Sam has a HUGE fenced yard (he's a Pitt Bull, too) so we had to sniff through the fence.  I wanted to play with Sam but until either of us can jump a 6' chain link fence, guess we're stuck just sniffing through the fence.

Mom is also happy that we can cut through the park and when little kids come running up, I sit quietly and then only when mom has permission will she let me lick their hands as a 'hello'.  I like licking the fingers of little kids - they usually have tasty drippings still on their hands so I get to clean juice, ice cream, or whatever off.  Then the kids run back to their parents and can say their hands are now clean :-)  Win-Win!!

Mom also learned that my reluctance to potty in the backyard is just a thing with me; apparently it takes me a while to find a potty place.  What can I say *shrug* I'm fussy.  Oh, I have found a good potty corner in my backyard now.  Still haven't found a good poop place, though.  Mom says I better find one soon 'cause the rainy season is here in full force and it's supposed to snow a lot this winter.  She doesn't much like going for a "Let's GO!" when there's ice and snow every where (still gonna make her go, though).

Finally, mom was told a few things she already figured out:  I love going on car rides, love the "Let's GO!" time, and I love being close to my person, either by the feet or on the couch.  Now, mom didn't know I lived with cats before (shh, I did), but she figured I must have 'cause even though Willy hisses and spits at me, I could care less about him.  I figure let him hiss and spit, it's good for the cardio system; mom says he's old and pretty much lives upstairs so he doesn't get any exercise any more - revving up the heart rate is good for him.

I am still convinced that I should be able to sleep on the bed with mom and Willy, though.  Gonna work on that one...


  1. Psst Conner..did you not tell me Mom snores? So, I am thinking is you hear ungodly sounds coming from Mom during the night, I think you could go investigate. Just sneak under the covers... LOL

  2. ...Except the mom would catch holy hell from SirWillyCat and the ensuing mayhem runs the risk of shredding the sheets, covers, and curtains. I *think* I would wake up at that point...