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.

Saturday, September 10, 2011


It's our Adoptaversary today!!!

It's exactly one year ago today that mom went to see Miss Eleni at Furbaby Rescue, saw me and decided I was the Best Dog In The WholeWideWorld!!!  (and she's RIGHT!!  I am the Best!!)

We've had a lot of growing pains, some of them I can admit were mine, but most were mom's :-)

If you go alllllll the way back to page one of this blog, you can read how our first two weeks weren't that great, but we persevered and now I love my mom like no other and she loves me more than she can ever explain.  We are a Perfect Match :-)

Oh!!  I hear mom calling "Let's GO!  Before it gets too dark out there!" so I'll add more (and maybe pictures!) later.

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Another post? Whew!

OK, so in case you're wondering what happens when mom calls out "Let's Go!" tonight she took a video to show everyone.  Now, mom says this is calm by comparison to other times, but she's been home for a long time so it's not like we haven't spent much time together or anything.  She says sometimes I border on the obnoxious when she comes home from work and calls out "Let's GO!"

Toys are finished their bath!

Oh MOM!  What have you done to Yellow Puppy??  It doesn't taste the same, it doesn't smell the same..Oh NO!

I gots ta fix it!!!!

That's OK Yellow Puppy, I'll save you with CPR!!

Now I gots ta do the same to Miss Snalio...RopeLobster, EEEK!!!  AND MY OVEN MITTS?

MOM!  Never again!

Mom, I love you but...

My routine is seriously disrupted with mom taking a Super-Long weekend.  I'm trying to nap but mom keeps wanting to play with me.  Yes, I get it, I'm all soft and snorgable after my bath yesterday, but geez mom, lemme alone already!

Besides that, how can we play when all my toys are soaking wet in the washing machine?  Just make sure that darn machine doesn't shred any of 'em or you'll be Big Time Sorry!

You can kinda-sorta see my poofy tail here.  Trust me, it's like mom dropped an electrical thingy in the tub yesterday 'cause it's Super-Poofy!

Saturday, August 6, 2011

"Co~nooooor, Baaaaaath Time!"

GRRRR RUFF Ruff Ruff "Fear Me!"

I gots a bath today!  Mom did it herself so I didn't get to go to Diggity-Dog but we did pass the place on our Let's Go!  Mom takes me for a Let's Go after my bath so I don't shakeshakeshake all over the furniture, or roll around the yard and get all dirty again.

It was hot out so I dried off pretty quickly.  Pooped a lot on this one, though - made mom use three bags!  When we got home I gots brushed out a few times (and damn, my tail looks poofy!)  Mom tried to take a picture of my tail but I'm not fond of how my butt looks in pictures (that, and I'm only THREE, isn't that illegal?) so I kept twisting back to look forward again.  Then that darn flashy thing went off in my eyes.  I'm blinded!!  Oh, wait a minute...ah, there we go, now I can see again, if a little blinky-eyed.

Mom says one more week of the Super-Long weekend to go.  She says to tell everyone she's behind schedule on the chores but will make up the time next week.  Busy week ahead, going with friends to various appointments, going to the Doctor herself, and maybe I'll get to see Aunt Diane again.  Mom says she's taking Aunt Diane to one of her appointments a la Driving Miss Daisy.  Not sure what that means, but mom giggles when she says it.

Finally, mom says she has to wash my toys.  Says they're all dirty and little crusty from me carrying them around in my mouth.  I rather like how they taste, thankyouverymuch!  I hope she uses chicken-flavoured soap!

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Mom spent the day with Aunt Diane.  i didn't get to go because it was mom's first visit to the rehab place and wanted to make sure it was OK that I can come next time.  Apparently some residents have allergies so I can still visit but can't go inside.  Mom says there's lots of hidey places around the building, ramps and garden's that we can visit in without having to go inside.

Mom took Aunt Diane to get her hair done - Oh boy!  I wonder if she goes to Diggity-Dog, too?  That's my Spa and I love my haircuts :-D  Mom just snickered and said they found a new place called "All About Beauty" and they were able to just walk right in and get her hair fixed up nice.  After almost a month in the hospital mom said Aunt Diane's hair was looking like a birds nest.  TeeHee.  Birds nesting in her hair.  I'd giggle if I saw that - then I'd chase those darn pesky birds away.

Mom did something at the Spa that she's never done before, ever in her life:  She had her eyebrows 'threaded'.  She looks like a girl now!!!  (And because she's not used to it, she says she feels like she has a perpetual surprised look on her face).

So on Day 1 of the Super-Long Weekend, I was left home alone for most of the day while mom and Aunt Diane had a Spa Day.  I hope they tipped Diggity-Dog well so I get awesome service next time I get to go...oh wait, they found a new place *rolls eyes*

Friday, July 29, 2011

World's Longest Weekend!

Mom says we get to spend the World's Longest Weekend together!  Now, I know a few times a year she spends an extra day with me 'cause sometimes on a Monday she sleeps in and doesn't rush off to work.  She says they're called Stat Holiday's.

But she says now she's taken extra holiday's and we get to spend (ready for it?) TWO WHOLE WEEKS together!  I'm so excited!!!!!!  It's supposed to be sunny and warm the whole time so we're going to romp and play in the park, go for TONS of "Let's GO!"'s, and the go to the doggy park so I can play with all my buddies.  Then we're going to have lots of treats, play with toys at home, and then in the evenings we're going to have tons of belly rubs and cuddles.  OH BOY!!  Mom says if I'm extra good, we might even go for a long car ride, maybe even go on the ferry too, to spend time with some friends and family.  I can't wait to meet my new friends and family!

AND, mom says Aunt Diane might come home sooner than we thought so I can visit with her, too!  Mom says I can't play with Aunt Diane 'cause her arms still hurt but I know I can snuggle up with her so that's good enough for me.

On the downside, mom also said I get to participate in something called 'remedial training' too.  Not sure what that is, but it sounds suspiciously like school.  Summer school:  BLEECH!  I don't wanna go to school when it's summer time, mom :-(  Then mom said we have something called 'chores' to do.  That sounds suspiciously like work to me - so long as I get paid, I guess it might be OK.  I'd rather have McDonalds fries, though.  I have nowhere to keep a wallet if I get paid money.

I have to remind mom to take tons of pictures and maybe some video over the next two whole weeks so I can post about our wonderful vacation together.  Keep looking for more posts over the next few weeks!

Thursday, July 21, 2011

You know you love your dog when...

...Despite your love of chocolate, when you have a coupon for a free 2L bucket of ice cream, you get vanilla so you can share it with your dog.

...Then you buy gluten-free ice cream cones so you can share the last bite of the ice cream while out on the "Let's Go!"

...Then, while researching the rehab place your friend is going to, you come to a full stop when you read:

Pet policy
We have a cat and bird that live in the residence. We welcome visits from pets, and have a regular dog visitation program. In order to facilitate pet visits, owners must provide current documentation showing all current immunizations.

Then frantically call said friend and squeal with glee knowing Conor can visit his Aunt Diane while she recovers from her accident.

Finally, you know you love your dog when, despite a pounding headache and churning stomach, you still spend the better part of an hour sitting on the floor playing a combination of fetch, chase, and the over-mitt game.


Sunday, July 10, 2011

Aunt Diane is in the hospital :-(

Aunt Diane had an accident :-(

She twisted her ankle on a neighbours step and fell.  Mom said she broke her left arm by the shoulder and her right elbow so she has two broken arms. I knew something was up when mom got a call on Thursday evening then she rushed out the door to go to the hospital.  When she came home she told me what happened.

Aunt Diane had surgery on the elbow this morning so mom is going to go see her tonight.  I'm not allowed to go visit at the hospital, but that's OK 'cause I don't much care for those places anyway.

So it looks like Your Truly has to rally the troops and get ready to give some serious lovin' and cuddlin' to Aunt Diane when she comes home!!  I think I'm pretty sure I'm up to the task :-P  Mom wants to find out what kind of therapy dog I can be - I told mom that if Aunt Diane is in bed, I'm positive I can learn very quickly how to cuddle up next to her in bed :-)

The funny part?  Mom has to learn how to cook so Aunt Diane can rest and be hand-fed!  THAT should be funny to see :-)

I'll update as more news comes in.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Happy Birthday to my little ConorMan!

Happy Birthday to me!
I said:  “Happy Birthday To MEEEEEE!
There.  I feel a lot better now.
So today is yesterday was the date mom picked to be my birthday.  Now, mom figures I turned 3 sometime back in the winter but because I was born in the USA she thought it was fitting that July 4 be my birthday.  Kinda like in England where they celebrate the Monarch’s birthday in June, regardless of the real day they were born?
So I’m Three Years old now!  Oy, am I ever getting old :-(
Mom says I still have a lot of puppy in me (I keep telling her I’m a BOY and can’t have puppies in me but she just shakes her head and laughs).  She says that because I’ll wake her up at 2 a.m. to either go potty or to play.  Lately it’s been more to play than potty.  I just love playing with my mom.  Sometimes I go get the toy she’s tossed, other times I make her go get it - well, SHE threw it way over there, she should have to go get it.  That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
After her work mom took me outside to potty and took some pictures of yours truly.  Unbeknownst to me mom also took some video.  Never mind the shaky camera - the mosquitos are really bad this year thanks to a very wet and late spring.  Good thing mom has ‘bug dope’ left over from when she lived in Alberta cause they attacked her and she had to spray herself down to stop ‘em.  A few got me too but mom gave me a chicken wiener treat and the itchiness magically disappeared (*coughbenadrylecough*)  I’m tellin’ ya - chicken wiener treats are MAGIC!
Tonight I get special peanut butter cookies in my supper, which in itself is a treat!  Mom bought me “President’s Choice brand Gourmet Dinner with turkey in savoury juices” as my birthday supper - now, before everyone goes all wonky over that, keep in mind she mixes it in with half my regular (healthy) kibble and it’s ONE DAY A YEAR:  MY BIRTHDAY!  So conveniently forgetting Miss Eleni’s instructions for one day isn’t the worst thing in the world.  Mom has medicine (Bleech!) if I need it, but hoping I won’t ‘cause ( you guessed it) Chicken Wieners work better!
Then we’re going for a nice long Let’s Go! As it’s a beautiful, warm summer evening and except for the mosquitos, I hope to visit all my doggy friends along the way and read my peemail.
Yup.  Life is rough, ain’t it?

Token video ... wait for it - he wants to kiss you!
Aww, lookit that, everyone gets a ConorKiss on his B'day *slurpslurp*
Mom's note:  Innernets troubles - post was saved yesterday but couldn't post.  Conor was spoiled rotten - he had a peanut butter and chicken muffin, with peanut butter as icing.  No wonder he was batting around something (bracelet or something like that I think) on the floor in the bedroom at 2 a.m.!!

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Pizza Party!

Oh Boy Oh Boy Oh Boy!!!  Mom got a 'phone call from Aunt Diane who ORDERED her to bring me to a Pizza Party on Friday night.  When she got home from work, mom grabbed a shower, got dressed, then packed me into the car and off we went to Aunt Diane's place.  Aunt Diane has some family visiting from another country so I got to meet them and then after a while we all went to another place, convoy-style.

We played and laughed and played some more.  I got to eat some cheese and meat from the pizza and Aunt Diane's sister-in-law fed me tons of veggies (I love yellow and orange peppers!!)  I'm not fond of broccoli, except when there's dip on it though.  I mean, I still ate it, but would rather have more peppers.

The other guests were watching some silly hockey game on TV and mom tried to incite a riot by saying, "Friends don't let friends be Canucks fans!!" but was shunned to the outdoors.  After some hooting and hollering (apparently the Vancouver team won) everyone came outside.

Then the outdoor fireplace was lit and everyone stood around and talked.  I took the opportunity to explore the yard and mom lost sight of me for a while.  She tried to find out if I pooped anywhere so she could clean it up (as a Good Guest should!) but couldn't find anything.  It was getting dark by then so she's not sure if I did or not.  She felt pretty bad when she told the hostess she couldn't tell if I pooped in their yard and was terribly sorry for that.

Throughout the whole evening everyone kept telling me I was such a good dog and mom felt pretty pleased that I behaved myself and that everyone noticed.  Even Aunt Diane let me cuddle on her lap for a while (oh man, did I love THAT!)

Hey, I was just being my old cute, cuddly, adorable self...y'know?

On another note, Miss Eleni now has a Facebook page for Furbaby Rescue:

Furbaby rescue on facebook

Please check it out!  It's a great organization, after all, they helped me find my mom!!!

Friday, May 27, 2011

"I'll be back!"

OK, so my "secretary" hasn't updated my blog in quite a while.  In a nutshell, I need a haircut, mani-pedi, more Let's GO!'s, less "fibre" in my diet (as in I need to eat less paper, cardboard, and other stuff I'm not supposed to find), few more belly rubs, and definitely more lap time with my mom!

Apparently getting the house ready for sale is more important, though.  I disagree.  I've since (and repeatedly) been advised that *I* have no say in the matter.

If nothing else, it's way easier to navigate around the house as stuff gets boxed up to clear the clutter.  I prefer clutter, but mom says the house will sell better with waaaaay less stuff every where.

Except my toys.  I won't let mom pack away my toys.  I wuv my toys too much!!  I just couldn't bear it if mom had to put them away (although she grouses that I still haven't learned to at least put hem back in the toy box at the end of the night - I make her do it!!  I'm such a bum.)

Anyway, if it looks like I've fallen off the face of the earth, I really haven't.  I just don't have opposable thumbs :-( 

Mom says to "have patience" (whatever THAT means) and we will be flying across the keyboard again in no time!

HRH Prince Conor, the Best Dog In The Whole Wide World!!!!

PS:  Trouble is always lurking around but I've managed to stave off the worst of it, so in this area I'm doing OK - not perfect, but OK :-D

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Oh I cannot believe it's been a month since I've written!

The weather has changed for the better, though still too much rain for my dainty paws.  Anyway, we've been going out on our Let's Go! more often than not and I gotta tell you:  I'm liking it!

A few weeks ago mom said a strange thing...something like, "I want to buy a new house!"  and "I need boxes to start purging the crap to get the house ready for sale!"  And since all this silly-talk she's been bringing in packing boxes, taping them up AND PUTTING STUFF IN THEM!

I keep telling myself that she's only getting rid of crap and that all the fixing, painting, repairing, packing and cleaning means nothing...after all, it's Spring now and I know there's a thing called "Spring Cleaning" so that must be what she's doing.


Spring Cleaning.

That's what I'm going with.  For now.

No, I'm not moving....yet.  I've asked for a transfer but other than that, I'm not saying another word for fear I'll jinx it.  I will say that I'm aiming for September as my townhouse will likely take 3-5 months to sell.  That's the average for this complex.  I'm also hoping to get back what I paid.  If I were to sell today I'd lose $10k under what I paid, then with agent fees, etc. I'd lose close to $25k below what I paid.  THAT isn't worth selling for...unless the perfect transfer opportunity came 'round.... :-)

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Laundry night

Today is laundry day in the Conor household.  It's also been raining all day so no "Let's Go" tonight.  That's OK, even though mom left the back door open for me I decided to pee on the pee pads instead.  Well, it's WET out there!  My dainty little paws might get a drop of water on them and we certainly can't have that, now can we?

Anyway, mom made me go all the way outside (hate that!) then she piled the laundry on the couch to separate into folding versus ironing. While she doing that...

I decided to burrow under the blanky ->

Don't I look all warm, comfy and snorgable?

Oh, when mom made supper tonight she forgot to move the metal pot lid from the stove (gas stove top) and when she moved it, she burnt her thumb.  Now she's starting to understand what it's like not to have an operational thumb.  Welcome to my world mom!

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Forgot to mention

Aunt Diane came home!!!!  I went with mom over to her house and I thought we were just going to take in the mail and check the house to make sure everything was OK.  When mom didn't use the key to open the door, I was wondering what was going on, then Aunt Diane opened the door!!!  She looked kinda different, all brown and tanned.  Mom said she was envious, but that's OK.  When my hair is all grown out I'm kinda brown-ish (especially if mom forgets to give me a bath after playing in the yard!  She hasn't forgotten yet, but then again, she forgot my license so maybe...)

I was sooooo happy to see Aunt Diane!  She as gone a long long time (3 months, mom says) so I was really excited she was home now :-D  Mom got spoiled (and I note that *I* didn't get anything *pout*) 'cause Aunt Diane said there was a special sale on at a store she likes at her vacation spot.  Anyway, mom got two bags of clothes from Aunt Diane!  There were a few pieces that might not fit right just yet, but if mom keeps going swimming like she has been, they'll fit in time for summer.  So far mom has picked her favourite thing:  A rugby shirt!  It has pink sleeves so it's 'girly' enough, she says.

The only thing that makes mom nervous is the last time Aunt Diane went away, Willy died.  The time before that, Kira died.  Mom better get another pet soon, at least before Aunt Diane goes away again...that's all I'm sayin' about that!!

Mom gave me my bison bone on Friday.  I chewed and gnawed at it for so long, I actually got a little sick from it.  Mom got worried when I puked up chunks of stuff this morning.  She took away the bone (Aw mom !  The lumpy bits were mostly gone already!) and made me eat some pumpkin.  I don't mind the pumpkin, but I'd rather have my bone :-(  Mom said no more bison for a long time now, maybe even for more than a month!


Saturday, April 2, 2011



Mom got BUSTED by the Doggy Police!!

Y'see, when mom got me she knew she had to get me licensed to make me legal in this town.  Oh, she would write it on the blackboard to remind herself, she would glance over at City Hall on her way to work (she works just down the street from the darn place!), she would make a 'mental note' when she ran into the Mayor at the rec. centre.  Then she would write on her grocery list, as in 'milk, eggs, butter, dog food, dog license..."  Y'know, that sort of thing.

Then when she washed the blackboard she didn't re-write the reminder - then she threw out her grocery list and made up a new one, forgetting to add doggy license on it...Christmas came and went, then the property tax assessment came in and she thought, 'gee, wasn't I supposed to do something at City Hall?'  Oh well, off on her merry way she went...

UNTIL the Doggy Police lady rang the door bell one morning.  Y'see, in this town they do random checks on addresses when doggy licenses weren't renewed.  Seeing as Kira died and her license wasn't renewed, mom completely FORGOT TO MAKE YOURS TRULY LEGAL!!!!!!!!

The lady was nice enough, but mom thought 'Holy Crap!  I cannot believe I forgot to make Conor LEGAL!'  I kinda looked up at the lady, looked at mom, rolled my eyes and thought, 'you list-making forgetful old woman!  *I* knew you forgot - now make me legal before this lady takes me away!!!'  The lady said she would be back in two days to make sure I was legal but mom told her she didn't get paid until after that so the lady gave mom a break but said she would be back in two weeks to check.  Mom made a frantic 'phone call to avoid having to pay for two years (the fees aren't pro-rated over the months of the year) and *whew* wasn't asked for paperwork at City Hall...$36 later:

I'm LEGAL now!!!!  I am now the proud wearer of yet another tag that has a special number and what town I live in.  Mom said she's going to get me one more tag at the make-it-yourself booth that has my name in quotes and my telephone number on it (with mom's name in smaller letters underneath).  Hey, *I* have a telephone number AND a cool name!  I'mALuckyDog!

At least mom remembered to buy dog food and a bison bone treat on the way home.

This time.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Training day :-(

I learned a new command today.  Not liking this one :-(  It goes something like this:

"Conor!GodDammitGetOutOfTheWayYou'reBeingVeryAnnoyingWhileI'mCookingDinnerSoYou'reGoingOnA......TIME OUT!"

Then I have to go sit in the area rug in the living room while mom leaves the room!  If I moved off the rug I was sent back and very sternly told "TIME OUT!"  Over.  And Over.  And Over again.

I finally clued in that unless I'm invited into the kitchen, I'm only allowed to watch from a great distance.  Not sure why this started, I mean, all I was doing was bringing mom toys to play with while she was boiling a pot of hot water for the pasta.  OK, so I didn't realize that there were 3 or 4 by her feet already when the pasta had to be drained.  And no, I have no concept of what boiling hot water can do to human skin.

Suffice it to say, mom didn't hurt herself, I still found some cheesy bits where she was prepping her supper, and *sigh* I learned what TIME OUT means.


Sunday, March 20, 2011

After mom's crazy week we spent some time together this weekend.  We were supposed to putter in the yard, raking up winter debris, but instead *I*, as in yours truly, spend Saturday at the ManSpa!!  I got a new 'do and a mani-pedi.  Mom says I don't click all over the place nearly as loudly as I used to.  I reminded mom that if she would get off her big ol' butt more often and take me for a walk, the road/sidewalk would file my nails down so they won't be so loud all the time anyway.  Mom retorts that wet pavement/concrete won't file my nails down nearly as much as I think, then she tells me I'm too chicken to walk in the rain anyway and that we go for walks damn near every day as it is, except when it's pouring outside.  I told her Fine then!  Spend your money sending me to the spa more often if that's what it takes!

I'm guessing the honeymoon is over, but it was just one little disagreement.  In the end, like the ManlyMan that I am, I groused a little then tried to jump on her lap and when she wouldn't let me, I brought mom toys to play with.  Anything to make amends because clearly I am in The Wrong when it comes to my own grooming...and Mom is always right.

Mom forgot to take proper 'before' pics but there are a lot of shots on the blog that show how scruffy looking I can get.  Mom took these 'after' shots this evening after our "Let's Go!"

Everything in this townhouse complex is beige, like the balcony.  Mom and I don't like it 'cause I blend in too much.  Mom says she would rather live somewhere where we can have a shot of colour outside, like a barn red front door or some such.  Some day, mom says.  Some day.

(Mom tricked me.  She held the camera to the side and didn't tell me she pressed the button as she called my name.  Crap - now I have blinky eye going on!)

 Lookit the awesome hair cut I got now!  When mom put my harness on me tonight for our "Let's Go!" it was actually loose on me!  So :-PPPP  I'm NOT getting a little chunky in the middle after all - it was all my hair!

Aunt Diane comes home soon and I just can't wait!!!  It's weird going over to her house and she's not there.  Mom picks up Aunt Diane's mail for her and checks the house to make sure everything is OK and I scope out the nooks and crannies to ensure no Evil Bunnies are lurking.  But until she comes home, it's just not the same.

OK, off to help mom with the laundry now!!

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Mom says she's been sick this week (sure has slept a a lot this past weekend!) and has a training day and hearings this week so I'm not allowed on the 'puter 'cause she has too much work to do.  I'll update on the weekend, though.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

My buddy Rocko!

Mom got permission for me to post a picture of Rocko; he's a Shar-Pei and will grow to about three times my size.  He was fun to go walking with and seems to be an alright kinda guy.  He didn't try to hog the sidewalk or bug me when I got down to businezz, if 'n' y'know what I mean...  :-)

My mom says his mom is bat-poo crazy, though!  She reminded me folks often look like their dogs after a while - so my mom is cute as a bug and quite lovable...whereas Rocko's mom...well, just LOOK at his face and you'll see what mom means :-)

Monday, March 7, 2011

Tuckered out

Mom took a few extra days off so we had a nice long weekend together.  Oh!  And the weather (finally!) co-operated and it was fairly warm and sunny almost the whole time.

On Sunday we were leaving for an extra-long-to-tucker-out-the-Conor Let's Go and lo and behold, a co-worker of mom's was strolling through the neighbourhood with HER dog, Rocko.  She was picking her son up from a birthday party.

So we joined them and after dropping the kids off at her house, we went out exploring new neighbourhoods for over an hour.  Today mom went swimming really early (right after lunch) then came home, dried her hair, and out we went AGAIN!  Only this time mom's co-worker was at work so we were by ourselves.  I got pretty tired after the previous days' walk so we only went for 45 minutes.  Mom took a totally new route and I got to read some interesting pee-mail.  Mom didn't realize she lived so close to the "ghetto" area of town.  Afterward mom was talking to a friend and telling her what she saw and learned that the area is indeed "ghetto", with a few hidden gems and tucked away crescent mini-neighbourhoods.  No trailer parks, though.  I'd make a lousy trailer park dog; not tough enough, I guess.

After all this exercise of late, both mom and I crashed on the couch tonight and took a nap.  I snuggled into mom's shoulder and she rested her cheek on the top of my head.  I don't like her breathing on my head so I kept clipping her with my paws and I smooshed my paws down my face.  That's OK, we soon fell asleep quite content.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

I love snow!!!

While other places near our town got hammered with snow this week (lucky people!) we didn't.  Then last night my dream came true - it started snowing and wouldn't you know, this morning there was a healthy, if not very deep, layer of snow on the ground.

By this afternoon it was already melting.  AWWWwwwww :-(

Mom and I went outside to see if the perennial shoots were damaged at all, and I got to 'trailblaze' to the best potty spots.

Oh, after Tuesday's glasses ACCIDENT (!!!!) mom wore her second pair so she's OK, can still see an' all.  She also has two pairs of glasses from her previous prescription that she can still use, so I don't know what the big deal was...but she cut me off the doggy treats and cheesy bits I usually get.  Mom USED TO  fill my Kong with doggy treats and pack 'em in with peanut butter...but I didn't even get a Kong this week.  Mom must still be mad at me :-(  I'm trying really hard to tell her how sorry I am, honest!  I've been snuggling with her; I let her snorgle me, and I let her pour a cup of coffee in the morning before asking (politely!) for a potty break.

I mean, it's not like I have opposable thumbs and can fix 'em...Ah well.  She'll get over it.  Eventually.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

For sale, real cheap...

One dog.  Reason?  They say a picture is worth a thousand words.  And right now mom can't publish any of 'em...

Oh man, am I ever in trouble!

Yeah.  I'll be the one at the end of the block with my worldly possessions wrapped in a bandana tied to a stick over my shoulder.

Dog:  +/-$300
Favourite glasses:  $500
Watching him cringe and sulk when he's realized he screwed up:  Satisfying!

Wednesday, February 16, 2011


There are simply not enough words in the doggy OR English language that can possibly express just how ecstatic I am right now!  I am well and truly in a Very Happy Place.  Y'see, after work mom went to the Dog Food Palace and two things happened:

1.  After I came to live with her, she signed up for a program where if you buy 10 bags of food you get one free so today was the 10th bag and she got the free one at the same time.  Now there's enough dog food in the house for at least a month and a half!  No more running low just before payday (for a while anyway).  She's cut it pretty gosh darn close a few times - I mean, there was only a weeks' worth of food left one time!

2.  She spoke with the lady there about my allergies.  Said she wanted to buy me a special treat that would last a long time and not the +/- 17 seconds it usually does (*insert sheepish grin here*) but wouldn't make me itchy or sick.  The lady recommended I try a Bison Elbow because most dogs haven't had Bison introduced into their diet and probably haven't developed an allergy to it.  So mom bought one sized about right for Yours Truly.

What is that?  Smells interesting...looks good enough to eat!

3.  Ah yeeeaaaaaaahhhhh!!!!!!!!!

4.  The upside for mom is I was so busy with my treat (YUM!!) about 30 minutes into it, I actually let mom go alllllll the way upstairs to her potty BY HERSELF!!!


(it's been over an hour and I'm still chomping away, only pausing to wag my tail and lick my lips  - Oh yeah, Iz a Happi Puppers tonight!)

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Trouble finds me every~where!

No matter where I turned this week, Trouble was watching me.  And I kept tripping over Trouble as it got in my way.

Mom was cleaning the bathroom and put the garbage bin outside the door.  There wasn't much in it so mom wasn't going to change the bag until garbage day.  Well, y'see, I have this thing about paper and cardboard.  Even Kleenex.  Trouble was in the garbage bin mocking me.  Mom caught me looking for something to chew up and to make a long story short - I've been pooping paper bits and part of a Q-tip all week.  MMMmmm, ear wax...Yum!  (Oh good God - it gets worse, keep reading!)

Another day Trouble found me in the backyard.  I pooped out some wonderful ear-waxy bits of Q-tip and just wanted to taste 'em again once more.  Mom was in the laundry room while I went outside so she only caught me eating one little piece of poop.  Well heck, *I* made it, I should be allowed to taste it!  (I think I vomited a little.)

The third time Trouble was lurking within eye-sight this week was when mom replaced two small lampshades on the stairwell lights.  She climbed up, replaced the shades; this is where is HER FAULT:  She left the old dirty shades on the stairs.  I couldn't help it, Trouble made me do it.

I demolished 'em!!

Oh Trouble, please give my mom a break, OK?  She said this week she sprouted a few grey hairs every time you found me!

The one thing that I liked was I got to eat pumpkin this week - and tonight mom had enough with me and Trouble so she sat me down, had a good long talk with me and let me know (again!) what the Rules are.  I didn't understand a word she was saying but I love hearing her voice so I looked like I was listening intently and understood everything.  I must have shown the exact right amount of remorse because mom pulled out a small baggy from the freezer for a treat in my supper:  It was left over turkey bits from Christmas - YAY!!!!

Oh, mom says so long as it's raining, I'm Grounded.  And I need a bath.  And my teeth have to get brushed.

Oh Trouble, what shame you have brought me :-((

Sunday, January 30, 2011

I didn't title this post 'cause I'm not sure how I would describe this week.

The day after Willy died mom called the petcare place that took care of Kira and was able to bring him directly to them, as opposed to going through the Vet.  The same man who helped mom with Kira also helped her with Willy and told mom to come back in an hour to pick him up.  I went with mom to the place and met the man - though mom says I'm not allowed to meet him again for At Least 10 years!

Mom was sad, though she didn't cry very much.  I got worried when she started to cry and made it Very Clear I was going to do whatever it took to make her stop.  Whew!  She stopped after a few minutes.  Willy is home now so mom isn't as sad anymore.

Tuesday night mom tried to tell me I wasn't allowed on the bed just because Willy wasn't there any more.


"Conor, get off the bed"  "Conor!  Get Off The Bed."  "CONOR!  I'm talking to you!"

Lalalalalalala I can't heeeeeear you - Iz sleeping!!

*heavy sigh*

"Oh Conor...OK, just for tonight then."

Mom finally relented and realized she was fighting a losing battle trying to keep me from protecting her at night.  So she used an old sheet for yours truly to curl up on.

We're now five days into our new routine.  While mom gets ready for bed I hop up and wait at the bottom of the bed while she crawls in.  Then I go to the top of the bed and tuck my head on the pillow.  At this point mom reaches over and scruffs my head.  I roll ever so slightly and get belly rubs (!!) then mom says good night, gives me a kiss, then we go to sleep.  Mom usually finds me pressed up against her hip in the mornings.

This weekend mom washed my NicoleBlankey and she said she's going to put it on the bed for me so I have my own space.  HA!  The whole bed is my own space, mom (or at least, it is when you're not looking...)

Also this weekend mom washed the last of Willy's stuff, his litter box, blankey, food/water stations, etc.  Mom is giving the litter and food to her friend who has six (6!!) cats (holy crap, that's a lot of cats!)  She packed the other stuff all away 'cause she might get another cat some day.  Now, when Kira died mom got me 2 weeks later.  So when her friends were asking if she would get another cat, even though she said no, they all smirked and said, "yeah right!"  So mom said she may get one again, but not right now 'cause she's talking about moving again and says it's easier with only one pet to worry about.

So this week I've tried to be on my best behaviour knowing mom is sad.  I've been cuddling her and giving loves - OH!  I'm allowed in Willy's old room now!  Now that his food and the 'truffle treat box' is gone, that is.

One last thing - the sun came out today and made the outdoors all shiny and bright so we went for a super-long "Let's Go!"  Over an hour and we got to play in the park!  There were kids there and they're moms let them play with me - oh, did I ever have FUN!  I chased, I ran, I jumped up, I barked, and finally, I rolled and rolled in the grass.  Mom kept a 10' lead on me but let go so I could run and jump to my hearts content.  When it was time to head home, she called me over and guess what?  I ran over to mom and jumped right into her arms :-D  She clipped my leash on and then we went home.  I was sooooo tired when we got home I could barely make it up the stairs to flop on the sofa.  Have no fear, I made it, though :-)

Last shots of Willy.  Mom knew he was dying and wanted to capture some last memories.  I also knew he wasn't doing well and when he started meowing, I had to protect my big brother and keep an eye on mom to make sure she wasn't hurting him.  Mom also has some video of giving him scritches - right up until he died he loved his scritches!  This was taken on January 23, the day before he died:

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Mom haz a sad :-(

And now we are two.

SirWillyCat died last night.

But mom says even though she's sad, it's OK 'cause she got to hold him and love him and pet him in his favourite places (side of the face, mostly) and she sang this silly little song to him as he died.

Willy was 17 1/2 years old, pretty gosh darn old for a kitty!  So for that mom is grateful.  I tried hard to be Willy's buddy, but he always hissed at me.  That's OK, perseverance started to pay off when he let me touch noses a few weeks ago.  I think he knew I just wanted to be a friend when I didn't bark or try to chase him.  Mom says he tolerated my presence, that must mean he loved me too!  I mean, there were presents involved, amiright?

I got to sleep on the bed with mom last night afterward.  She needed me close by.  I'm glad I could help her.  This morning I kept looking for Willy then mom took out the carrier (Willy was safely elsewhere overnight) and now we're going to the Vet.  Mom says he'll be home in a few days to lay on the shelf above Kira.

Mom says she's OK, sad, but OK.  Grateful he died at home and that he wasn't alone when he did go, that is was very peaceful and calm.

But...now we are two.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Toy Box: I'm a toy. In a box.

Dr. Drew?  Dr, Phil?  I think I need BoxHab.

One by one the toys come out, sometimes mom plays with them, sometimes no.  For some reason she won't throw my pigs' hoof chew.  I really wish she would but all she does is jump and yelp when I drop it by on, er...by her feet.  I decided enough was enough with mom always putting the toys back in the box (it's a lot of work pulling them out one at a time, y'know!) that I finally found a way stop her:

I put myself in the box!!!

See mom , now you HAVE to play with me!!!!!

On a much sadder note, after watching Willy deteriorate rather quickly over the past week, I left a message with the Vet.  I think it's time.  He's practically skin and bone, stopped eating (though he will still eat beef jerky, but not even his soft food) and stopped using the litter box.  He's been having accidents and "senior" moments.  I've been cutting out mats, but as soon as I do, another one surfaces and the hair hasn't grown back.  When he walks, he favors one side and stumbles.  I'm thinking it will be this week sometime.

But as much as I know I will cry and be upset, he IS 17 1/2 years old (roughly 86 in human years) and I've had him since he was 6 months old.  I got him a few months after I moved to Edmonton, Alberta from Victoria, BC.  When I moved into my first apartment in Edmonton in November 1993, there was a 9% vacancy rate in the city so they didn't care if you had a horse, so long as the place was occupied and paying rent.  I high-tailed it to the SPCA after Christmas to get a pet.  Cats were OK then.  I've had him with every every move: 7 (!!) addresses, two provinces, heck, I had him before I started my career and now I'm past the halfway mark to retirement!  I was 25 when I got him, now I'm into my 40's.  He's seen relationships come and go; only one he ever really accepted.  Friends and neighbours, 2 dogs, one sofa, a mattress, and at least 4 scratching posts...

But he's a old man now and I think the time has come for SirWillyCat to find a sunbeam under the rainbow and wait.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Lifetime Guarantee?

So, mom wears these old sheep skin slippers she got over 15 years ago from a store that specializes in Australian stuff and had a Lifetime Guarantee.  Until they met me.  Mom says that means they are indestructible.


To me, that's a challenge.

Sometimes when mom is walking I try to snag the slippers.  This does not go over too well in our house.  When mom has had enough of me trying to trip her, she'll sit on the floor and let me play with her feet.

(Sorry it's so dark - mom didn't have a lot of lights on and forgets the camera needs a little more light)

The evidence and the guilty:

Wednesday, January 12, 2011


Finally!  It snowed and snowed and snowed some more last night - must be tons and tons of it out there!  Mom now realizes that I love snow; I love rolling in it, eating it, stomping around in it, just...just...well, it's snow, what's not to love???  Oh yeah.  Shoveling.  But I can help with that, too!

In the between time, I had to trail blaze a new path to the best potty spot in the back yard.  Because it's already starting to melt away, the back yard kinda looked like a puckered quilt.

I know there's a flat spot around here somewhere...there was last night when I came out!

Now that I'm here, how da heck do I gets over there?

This stuff is so deep it's freezin' my dingleberry!  How can I pee with a frozen dingleberry?

Here's a video clip of me trying to get back to the door to come inside - but then I got sidetracked by all the snow...again.  Mom said she darn near missed her whole TV show while I played around in the snow:

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Foot is all better....I think

Mom woke up this morning to get ready for work and then wrapped a blankey around herself and curled up on the couch whiel she waited for the coffee to brew.  She said she feels yucky, not like she has a bad cold or anything, but probably the beginnings of one.  She ended up staying home today.  That's OK, it was a treat having mom home all day and I curled up with her while she napped this afternoon.

Mom checked out my foot tonight after her nap.  She said whatever it was that hurt like heck on Friday night must be gone now 'cause it looks normal and I hardly squirmed at all when she ran her thumb through my toes.  She already took that darn cone off at night but made me wear it during the day.  Now she said she's going to leave it off 'cause so far as she concerned, my foot is fine.  We'll see if she's right.

We're not going for "Let's Go!"'s yet - mom wants to wait a few days to make sure everything is OK.  That, and it's kinda cold outside.  Well, not terribly cold like in the rest of the country, but cold enough that the snow that fell a week ago hasn't gone away.  And it's icy, which may aggravate my sore foot.  When I go in the back yard I play a little in the snow; it's like a perpetual plain flavoured Slurpee!

OH!  forgot to tell you I gets mah teeth brushed every night now!  I don't like the brush in my mouth, but I do like the taste of the paste mom uses.  I lick my chops like crazy afterward, you know, to make sure I get every drop of the paste.  Not because I like how smooth and fresh my teeth feel.

Mom saw Aunt Diane last night.  I wasn't allowed to go visit 'cause she was getting ready for a trip.  I'm kinda sad 'cause I really like Aunt Diane and now she's gone for a while :-( .  Mom told me to stop being sad 'cause it's not like she's never coming back and that I'll be able to see her again soon.  I sure hope so.  :-(((

So, my foot appears to be OK, my teeth get scrubbed almost-daily, and Aunt Diane left me.  NEver a dull moment in my world :-)

Saturday, January 8, 2011


Something hurts really really bad, mom.  My foot hurts so much I can't even walk on it, just let it dangle beside me as I tripod down the stairs to greet you after work.

Needless to say, I freaked out when I saw what greeted me after work tonight.  Conor normally runs down the stairs and barks up a storm until I come through the door from the garage.  Tonight I saw him leave the upstairs window and head down...but no barking.  I thought that was odd then when I came in the house, he was holding his back right leg straight out.  I thought he was stretching, but then he tried to walk towards me and the leg was just dangling there, swaying as he stumbled then fell.

I immediately checked him, then picked him up and checked the leg.  No blood, no evidence of a cut or gash, and the leg wasn't broken but when I touched the pads he flipped out.  I ran upstairs, called the Vet and was able to bring him in right away (30 minute drive, though).  Now, Dr. Borgmann wasn't able to find out what exactly it was, but when she shaved his feet and spread his pads, the blood started flowing.  I'm pretty sure it's a sliver of some kind.  The other night when on our walk there was a pile of glass on the road, like a car window had been broken into.  We gave the glass shards a wide berth but I suspect he got a sliver of glass in his foot anyway.  Dr. Borgmann thinks if that's what it is, quite likely he's been licking his foot and made it worse.

So, $113.17 later and Conor is wearing a cone collar and I have fancy medicine gel to jam into his foot 2-3 times a day.  A good chat with Vanja helped calm me down.  The Vet said insofar as emergencies go, this one was pretty minor - But I said how would I know that?  So far as I was concerned for all I knew he had a stroke and was partially paralyzed, or a sprained leg, or whatever...not a sliver that may work it's way out on it's own in a few days.

Oh, one thing that did come out of it is the Vet checked his teeth and two of the front ones on the bottom are loose and he has tartar build up.  I have to brush his teeth every day now.  I had to with Kira so I already have the doggy toothpaste and a spare compact head soft bristle brush.

Screw you mom!  I have a freakin' cone on my head!

So apparently I can't be trusted to keep my foot clean and dry to let the medicine work - I have to wear a plastic bag on my foot when I go outside to pee.  Mom takes it off when we're inside, though.

So screw you mom, I have a freakin' bag on my leg!

Screw you mom!  I have a freakin' cone on my head!

And a freakin' bag on my leg!

The paw in question.

The pads are swollen and there is still some residual bleeding when I put the gel between the pads so there is certainly something in there.  I hope whatever it is works it's way out on its own.

Now, onto something completely different:

Today, January 7, is Willy's 17 year adopt-i-versary!  17 years ago today I adopted him from the Edmonton SPCA.  The card said he was 5-6 months old so he's 17 1/2 now.  He is certainly aging and is fading.  I kind of figured this past Christmas was our last one together, but I take comfort in the fact he's had a very long and healthy life, longer than I ever thought when I adopted him!  I remember thinking, well, 13-14 years tops, maybe...never thought I would have him for 17 years!  He's been a constant comfort and no matter where I've lived or what I've been doing, he's always been there.  I remember when he was 8 my friend (Jamie) described him as a 'geriatric' cat.  I thought, WTF?  He's only 8!  But apparently that makes him a senior citizen...wonder what she would say, now that he's more than twice that today!!!!

Saturday, January 1, 2011

As promised...

Here are a few Christmas pictures:

I waited (patiently) on mom's lap while everyone opened their pressies.

Aunt Diane made up my very own TURKEY dinner platter!!!!!

Aunt Diane got mom a pressie too, chocolate and puppy towels!

  We went back over to Aunt Diane's the next day and even more TURKEY (!!) then I crawled onto mom's lap while she napped - I just adore my mom :-)


Happy 2011 to everyone!  Happy 01 01 '11 :-)

It's the beginning of a whole new year and I made mom stay up well past midnight.  It's 1:41 a.m. and now it's time for bed.  Mom played Nintendo (Original, I might point out) all day and now her hands are sore.  Actually, the right one looks like a witches claw.  Looks painful, mom.  Dumbass.  Betcha it doesn't hurt nearly as much if you spent all that time playing with me instead!

Upcoming events:

Mom says my feet are "icky" with dirt so I get a mani-pedi tomorrow.
It's Willy's Adopt-i-versary next week, on the 7th.

OK, ok, mom, I know your wrists hurt...bedtime for you then!