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.

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 :-((