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 3, 2010

Things about me

So there are a few things about me mom is starting to learn:

1.  I like paper.  So you know the classic joke 'my dog ate my homework'?  Chances are it's true.  Mom is finding remnants of old receipts, scraps of cardboard, and a small box all chewed up and scattered around the house.  She said she'll give me the bills, but to leave the rest alone.  Mom has an expensive shredder that makes paper into what looks like broken up pieces of angel hair pasta so I can't have the shredding job.  I'm sure she doesn't mean that...I mean, I have to earn my keep somehow!

2.  When I'm feeling ignored, or if I want to play NOW! I whine and whimper until mom picks me up (or I hop up on her lap while she's on the 'puter), steal some scritches, and take some snorgles.  Mom puts me down too fast for my liking, though.  I like being on mom's lap.

3.  I don't it when mom blows air in my face.  I rub my paws over my eyes and nose to get away from it - yet I keep going back for more.  *shrug*

4.  Mom says I have stinky breath.  She says it smells like poo.  That's just GROSS!  Mom has been making me eat a tablespoon of yogurt every day, something about all the antibiotics killing the good bacteria too.  And she bought me some healthy dental treats from the special doggy food store (don't worry, she read the label and the closest thing to a 'grain' is cornstarch!  She made sure to get me the right stuff so I don't get sick with allergies.)  They must working 'cause mom let's me breathe on her face again (see #2).

No bath this weekend.  Mom said it was too rainy and chilly outside for me to dry properly, yet it's too warm for the fireplace yet.  I can't have a blowdry and set 'cause it might make my skin too dry again so mom said maybe this week she'll cave and put on the fireplace one evening.

Mom has some new pictures of me to share, but she's too lazy to go upstairs to get the camera, download the card, upload to blogger, and post for you all to see.  Lazy Bum!!  I'll try to remind her tomorrow.

No comments:

Post a Comment