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.

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 :-((


  1. LOL Conor no more poops on a stick for you lol.

  2. I was more worried about the q-tip perforating his bowel, rather than the poop eating. Although the poop eating is Right Up There on the 'things we HAVE to bring to an end' list. I'm going to talk to the vet about maybe a food additive to make it taste awful 'cause I'm sure he's going to get sick or develop blood poisoning or something if this doesn't stop.

    The paper thing I can deal with. I've already put the bathroom garbage bin under the sink and have covers on any other bins around the house. The lamps shades, well, he's right, it was kinda-sorta my fault.

    But the poop eating!! GAH!! (gag, bleech, ugh!)