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.

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.

*sulk*

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.