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.

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!

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