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, 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 :-)

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