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, December 26, 2010

Christmas Turkey is the best!

Me and mom went to Aunt Diane's for Christmas.  We got there just after 2 p.m. and I was a little scared because there were so many people there!  Aunt Diane's 2 adult sons and their girlfriends were there, one with her young daughter; Christmas music playing in between a basketball game, and the smells, oooooooo the smells.....I was in Heaven!

Mom made me wear a jingle bell collar; said it was for Christmas but I heard her tell the people it was so she could track me in the house.  Anyway, mom kept the leash on me just in case I got aggressive, too nosy, or scared.  After everyone introduced themselves to me, mom figured I'd be OK so she took the leash off.

Let's just say, I was a Very Good Boy!  I know, 'cause everyone told me so :-)  Oh, and I LOVE turkey!!!!

Aunt Diane took out a puppy-sized plate and put mashed potato, carrots, peas, TURKEY!!, some ham, and then gravy - then she let me eat near the dinner table with everyone else.  I felt so special that I barely whimpered for more.  Just barely.  Then when everyone was done, I got to help clean the plates before they went into the dishwasher.  OH!  Mom wants to make sure I tell you that I only tried to go into the kitchen while the food was being prepared twice.  Both times I was 'caught' and told to wait in the living room.  Aunt Diane's son, Scott, played Santa and I curled up next to mom while everyone opened their pressies.  Mom said it was OK if I wanted to play with the wrapping paper for a few minutes, but I didn't.  Mom then tied a curly ribbon cluster around my jingle bell collar.

As soon as Aunt Diane downloads the pictures, I'll post 'em!

Today we went back for leftovers.  MMMMmmmm, more turkey!  Then (and this is the Best Part) Aunt Diane gave mom a whole turkey leg to pick from!  Mom says I get a little taste with my kibble for a few more days, then that's it.  No more until next year.  Let me say that again, I have to wait a WHOLE YEAR to have more turkey!  I don't think I could stand it.

I almost forgot to tell you about MY pressie!  Mom got me a stuffed duck.  She said it's because my kibble is potato and duck and she couldn't find any stuffed potatoes.  She also got me treats but I wasn't allowed to have any because she knew I would get treats and Aunt Diane's.


When I asked Diane if Conor could come over, she hesitated so I immediately said I would leave him at home.  Now, Diane is quite taken with Conor so she relented/backtracked and said we could give it a try.  You see, I've never brought Conor along to a gathering with a lot of people, all the noise and excitement, etc. so this was a test.  Diane lives a few doors down from me so if it didn't work out, it's only a short trip back to drop him off.  I was thoroughly impressed with his behaviour!  He was a little nervous at first, trembling, etc. and was confused because whenever we go there, there's maybe one or two others, if that.  This was a noisy crowd by comparison.  He sat by my feet for a few minutes then hopped up on the couch beside me, watching all the frenzy curiously.  He got a little adventurous and checked out all the presents under the tree but only gave them a sniff before coming back to me.  After dinner he sat patiently at the kitchen entrance waiting for a treat.  I had to laugh - at one point he was sitting there, with his jingle bell collar and ribbon tie, then he cocked his head to the side watching us clean up.  I swear he looked just like the Christmas card with the yellow lab/golden puppy I always see this time of year.  Absolutely adorable!  Everyone complimented him and told him how good he was.  He was Very well behaved and for that I am thankful.  I now know I can pretty much take him anywhere and be confident he'll be OK.

Diane took all the pictures so it might be a few days before I get them emailed to me, so please check back!  I can't wait to show off how cute Conor looked!!!  Today while we were there Conor jumped into my lap, curled up against my arm, put his head down and napped.  Diane took a picture I hope like crazy it turned out!  I think it will show just how attached we've become.

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