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.

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.

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