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-…ôr (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.

Friday, December 3, 2010

My junk is rotten!

Mom says my favourite telephone pole gave me The Clap.

Now, if you've been following my story you'll know I have a quirk in that I don't like peeing all that much.  I can 'hold it' almost 18 hours!  It freaks mom out and she makes me go in the morning, although sometimes I still won't on our mini-walk so she lets me be.  I 'go' when mom comes home from work and again on our "Let's Go!" later in the evening, first stop is my favourite telephone pole.

Well, I guess that all caught up with me. 

I have a bladder infection.

Mom noticed on Wednesday I wasn't as perky as I normally am (and let me tell you, I am ALL CAPS PERKY!!!) so she kept her eye on me.  Then on Thursday morning I shuddered at the idea of peeing.  Mom was concerned, but put out pee pads and put the belly band on me.  When she got home from work and took off the belly band, there was a small circle of clear blood and puss where my junk ends.

Well!!  What a flurry of action and activity that caused!  Next thing you know, I'm being rushed to a local vet for an urgent appointment.  $65 later and a bottle of pills in hand, mom finally started breathing normally.

The pills are HUGE and I found half of one in my wiener treat.  Nice try, mom!  Oooo, but I like how you made my pumpkin treat later on!  A tablespoon of boiling water, stirred several times (for some strange reason) then a dollop of pumpkin with a tiny sprinkle of sugar on top (one mini-pinch) - Mmmmm, warm pumpkin 'soup'

This morning I had warm pumpkin soup again - I'm a lucky dog!  AND when mom got home from work tonight she said I was already starting to be my ol' PERKY self :-)  I have to admit, I AM feeling better, and my junk doesn't hurt as much when I pee.

Must be that warm pumpkin soup that made me feel better, and not those huge stupid, awful tasting pills...


  1. Get him back on the plain yogurt, if you have stopped, really helps when taking antibiotics, and if he has occassional bouts with bladder infection, start giving him cranberry pills, Carina has been on them for years, cause she would get one UTI after another, till I added this to her everyday diet...hasn't had one now in years.

  2. Ahh the poor little bug. Those things hurt like hell.

  3. Plain yogurt: Check.
    Cranberry pills: Check.
    Pumpkin "soup": Check.
    Not slurping on his dingleberry: OhThankGodCheck.
    Napping peacefully on the chair beside me while I tell the whole world about his pee-thing issues: Priceless.

  4. Poor Conor! Hope he's on the mend :)

  5. He is certainly mending nicely :-) No outward sign of infection, no puss or inflammation of his boy-bit, and he's stopped checking it out.

    Still a few days to go on the meds, 1 tablespoon of yogurt a day (mixed in with the pumpkin for now) then we start the cranberry pills. I'm going to wait until all the meds are done so he can start the cranberry on a 'clean' system.

    Seems as fast as it flared up, it settled - but I'm making him go outside in the morning at least twice, once before shower/coffee and again as I'm heading out for the day. He WILL get this routine down, come hell or high water (or another inflamed dingleberry...)

    Little bugger scared the crap outta me :-(