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, December 22, 2010

I'm a cleaned-up puppers!

I was so confused today - mom came home in the middle of the day, interrupted my nap just to tell me I was having a bath.  That was so weird, to have her come home just to give me a bath.  Then it dawned on me, today is Spa Day!  (Hey, boys can go to the Spa too, you know)

So off we went.  The place looked kind of familiar, I know I've been down this road before many times (the place is on our walking route) but this time I got to go inside.  WELL!!  Let me tell you, I met 3 or 4 other dogs there and thought for sure this must be a heavenly place if they were all there, too!  The difference is they all looked so much better than me, what with their snooty puffery smelling coats and not-a-hair-out-of-place grooming.

I felt frumpy.  But that's OK, mom assured me soon I would be greeting other dogs with my very own snooty smelling coat and perfect coiffed hair.

So......how'd I turn out?

Dammit, I'm not liking the flashy thing, mom!

Knock it off...but let me strike a pose first, m'kay?

That's it.  I'm done.  Not looking no matter how many times you call out my name!
See the rust-coloured patch down by my tail?  I have a whole streak that colour running down my back!  Mom says it's makes me extra-special 'cause I'm not completely beige; she says it gives me "character".  Not sure what 'character' is, I'd rather have treats but if it makes mom smile, then it's OK...I guess.

Speaking of making mom happy, she says I'm all "snorgley" now.  I wasn't sure what that word meant either, but based on what happened next, I'll take it gladly!!!  See, mom took one look at me and squealed that I'm all "snorgley" now, then she picked me up and buried her face right into my neck making nom nom sounds while cuddling me.  I liked it!  :-)  She says my fur is all soft, cuddly, and smells good too.

Still not liking the flashy thing, though...


  1. Soooo cute! Merry Christmas Conor and Fiona!

  2. Merry Christmas to you, Lee, Buddy and Penny! I may have over-snorgled Mr. ConorMan yesterday - today he's been extra-clingy! May have created a snorgle monster...