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, 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!!

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