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.

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!!

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