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-…ôr (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, November 30, 2010

Socks and Pumpkin

OK, so one little foible I have that mom discovered is that I love socks.  Not just socks, but socks from the dirty laundry bin.  I don't know what it is about 'em, but I love rooting through the laundry bin and finding those tubes of smelly goodness.  Mom was trying to find all her wool socks (she says she wears wooly socks all winter 'cause her feet get too cold) and couldn't find them; she swore she put them in the laundry bin!

She found 'em.

I had a stash in the living room behind the arm chair, you know, so I could have the comforts of my mom while she was at work all day.  Anyway, mom found them behind the armchair on the weekend and washed them all.  I was upset!  I mean, I tossed them, played with them, snuggled on the pile while mom was away - socks are FUN!

Today I was bored and figured I may as well check out the laundry bin to see if I could find some more socks to play with.  There was only one pair of white sport socks, no woollies.  White sport socks are no fun; they don't fly in the air very well, and when I snuggle them, they're not soft and warm like the woollies.

Tonight when mom came home from work she discovered my replacement.

Let's just say, it's a good thing mom was alone when she came home.  I scattered all the landry in the bucket across the house, from the bedroom down the stairs to the living room.  Oh yes!  Happy laundry day for me!

Not so happy for mom.

Mom also discovered that I like garbage.  Now, I'm not talking food/kitchen garbage (that's just yucky) but kleenex and other paper-like debris most often found where, you ask?  Why yes, that's correct:  The bathroom garbage!

I found it when I was foraging for socks.

Mom couldn't tell how much I ate but when we went for our "Let's Go!" she found out.  Yup!  I pooped gauze and paper bits.  When we got home mom took me to the grocery store to get a can of plain pumpkin.  The can has sugar in the ingredients, but no spices - just pumpkin and sugar.   The pet food palace is closed so she 'made do' with a small can for now.  I kinda like pumpkin!  Mom says she's going to take me out in the morning to see if it helps get rid of my garbage tummy.  And she's going to the pet food palace to buy more dog food and real doggy pumpkin after work tomorrow.

So between having to do an 'emergency' load of laundry and sweep up bathroom garbage debris, I kept mom busy tonight!  Imagooddog :-)

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Good thing I wear a fur coat!

'Cause it's freakin' COLD outside!  Ok, mom says it's not that bad, that I'm a wimp an' all, but darn it, I still say it's cold.

I've been trapped inside the house for 2 whole days so I begged and whined and whimpered to go for a walk.  Unbeknownst to me, it was -4 C (25F) out there.  Mom snoodled me up in my snappy sheepskin lined jacket (that Miss Eleni gave me as a going away pressie!) and she put a wool cowl/neckwarmer around my collar and off we went.

Oh, forgot to mention mom was snoodled up in her own woolly toque, cowl and mitts...that she made herself (she made my cowl too, but in boy-ish colours.  Mine is yellow and turquoise, nice and visible at night).  So remember I was teasing her about taking up knitting?  Well, now that's it's cold(er) outside, I kinda appreciate it now.  Don't tell her I said that though, or she'll make me more stuff to wear!

The damp goes right through my fur and chills me so when we come home I like to curl up on the sofa while mom makes herself a hot chocolate.  Tonight I decided to write my blog while mom waits for the water to boil.

It's supposed to snow tonight and all day tomorrow and mom said we're going to play in the snow when she comes home from work :-)  I can't wait!!

Friday, November 19, 2010

Darn cold out there!!

Mom, I gotta go potty!  No really, turn off that falling snow first, though.  I don't want to go out there in that.  Aw c'mon, do I really have to go outside?  It's cold!

Despite my protests, mom made me go outside - she said we were only going for a quick walk around the ring road that circles our complex, but that was long enough!  I quickly peed but I didn't want to poop out there.  Maybe mom will take me in the yard in the morning and I'll take my poop then.

It's darn cold out there, blowing snow, and the wind cuts right through my fur coat.  I well and truly don't like it!  Mom said the cold weather will help cut down my aromatic scent but I have a sneaking suspicion I'm having a bath tomorrow.  Right now it's -1 C (30 F) but the damp makes it so much worse.

I'm such a west coast wimp...  :-(

Sunday, November 14, 2010

I'm a Lucky Dog!

I gots my very own tree IN the house!  I'm not allowed to go potty on it, though.  Mom says if I try my junk might get fried - 'cause there are almost 500 lights on it!!

Mom told me that a few years ago she up-sized her little 4' tree to a big ol' 6' tree that came with lights already attached, 300 of 'em.  Mom showed me that it doesn't look all the cheery with only 300 lights so she wraps two more strings around the "trunk" and through the garland draping the front.  Now it looks like a cheerful Christmas tree!

She's not done yet, she said we're going to hang decoration on the tree and get it all fixed up before turning it on, but that's for another day.

Oh!  I almost forgot to tell you:  I got to be a protective little brother today :-)  So Willy hasn't been all that active lately; he's slowing down as he gets old(er) - he's 17 1/2 years old for cryin' out loud!  He doesn't groom himself all that much and mom doesn't think he uses the scratching posts or floor pads anymore either.  Anyway, his fur on his hips is pretty badly matted up and his nails were so long he clicked when he walked.  So this morning mom rolled him up in a towel and an old sheet, put a vet clinic-type of cone around his head, and took out the heavy-duty nail clippers.  Not the wimpy little clippers she normally uses on her fingers, but the big ol' toe-nail ones!  One nail was so long, it curled around his toe pad.  Mom figured he was in rough shape, but that upset her to have to dig that nail out.

I know it hurt Willy 'cause he was howling and screaming up a storm!  I got scared that mom was hurting him and started barking and kicking up my own storm.  Now, I know I'm not allowed up on the bed but I HAD to get up there to stop mom from hurting my big brother.  Right?  RIGHT?

To make a long story short, mom got the long nail out, Willy stopped screaming, then mom mopped up the blood.  After the howling stopped (mom's and Willy's!!) she was able to take the matt comb and tackle his hips.  She only worked one side today 'cause he was upset about the manicure and even then, she didn't do a thorough job of it so next weekend he gets his back feet nails trimmed and the matts are getting cut out.

I shall guard my big brother very carefully to ensure he has a true Spa experience and not whateverthehell he went through today ever again!  Harumph!!

But in the end mom said I'm a Good Little Brother :-)

Saturday, November 13, 2010

A tree? in the house?????

Are you kidding me?  Mom wants to put up a tree in the freakin' house!  She said she's feeling the start of the winter blahs so she wants to put up the Christmas tree early.  Mom told me last year she didn't set it up at all (too much work) but this year she will.  Mostly because it's my first Christmas with mom :-)

When mom opened the big box with all the Christmas stuff she found Willy's stocking, her stocking...and Kira's stocking.  She started crying a little when she held Kira's stocking so I rushed over to see if I could help with a cuddle and when that didn't work, I brought her a toy to play with.  I just want her to be happy-go-lucky like ME!  She smiled and said Kira probably wouldn't mind if I borrowed her stocking this year, unless mom can find one of my very own, that is.  That's OK, it looks like it hold a ton of treats (Peanut Butter cookies and doggy chocolate from the Barkery, perhaps?) so I'm sure it's all good.

This year we get to put up the Christmas lights in November.  Mom said that in previous years the start date was December 1 in this complex but because of anticipated Really Bad Weather, we are allowed to set up early.  Tomorrow we're testing all the lights and getting them ready to install next weekend.  But the tree is going up tomorrow for sure!  Mom's going to put the decorations high enough that I can't "inspect" them too closely, though she may still put a few on the bottom row so I can enjoy Christmas at my level.  I've been warned that if I touch even ONE decoration I'll be in trouble.

I've heard that before from mom and really, she such a wimp when it comes to me, it hardly means much (although once in a while...well, let's just say, there are some things I swear I will never do again!  I don't like it when mom speaks sharply to me).

Despite the rain we went for a walk tonight.  I refused to pee in the backyard at all today (too rainy!!) and mom was getting nervous.  I didn't poop on the Let's Go, though.  Mom said if it let's up a bit she'll take me down the road later on to poop.  It's fairly warm out tonight (7C or 45F) and no wind so we were comfortable outside.

I really hate the rain, though.  Yes, I'm a West Coast boy, but I still hate getting my feet wet!

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Happy Birthday, Mom!

It was mom's birthday on Saturday - she said she's now 42 years old.  42?  Holy Crap!  I wonder what that is in dog years?

I told mom for her birthday I would take her for a walk before the rain started.  She got about half-way around our route before the skies opened up.  She had her umbrella with her and I had my snappy coat on so even though we got a little wet, it wasn't that bad.

Then, again for her birthday, I took her to Aunt Diane's house so we could dry off a little and have a visit.  Aunt Diane gave mom some chicken soup and I got to clean the bowl...anything to help with the chores!  We were offered treats after but mom said she's been eating so much left-over Halloween candy that just the thought of eating more junk food made her feel sick.  I was so looking forward to helping with the ice cream dishes, but alas, mom didn't have any ice cream :-(

After I'm finished writing this blog entry I'm going to shuffle mom up to bed, turn on the electric blanket and tuck mom in for the night.  MissVanja called earlier and left me a voicemail - she said I get to crawl onto the bed and cuddle with mom tonight - you know, for her birthday ~!  Not sure if mom will let me, though.  Willy didn't get mom anything for her birthday, no walks or visit with Aunt Diane, so why should HE get to sleep with mom under the 'lectric blankey tonight?