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, February 16, 2011

OhMyGodBestTreatEVAAAAARRRR!!!!!

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!!!

*faints*

(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!)

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