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.

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 :-)

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