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, April 3, 2011

Forgot to mention

Aunt Diane came home!!!!  I went with mom over to her house and I thought we were just going to take in the mail and check the house to make sure everything was OK.  When mom didn't use the key to open the door, I was wondering what was going on, then Aunt Diane opened the door!!!  She looked kinda different, all brown and tanned.  Mom said she was envious, but that's OK.  When my hair is all grown out I'm kinda brown-ish (especially if mom forgets to give me a bath after playing in the yard!  She hasn't forgotten yet, but then again, she forgot my license so maybe...)

I was sooooo happy to see Aunt Diane!  She as gone a long long time (3 months, mom says) so I was really excited she was home now :-D  Mom got spoiled (and I note that *I* didn't get anything *pout*) 'cause Aunt Diane said there was a special sale on at a store she likes at her vacation spot.  Anyway, mom got two bags of clothes from Aunt Diane!  There were a few pieces that might not fit right just yet, but if mom keeps going swimming like she has been, they'll fit in time for summer.  So far mom has picked her favourite thing:  A rugby shirt!  It has pink sleeves so it's 'girly' enough, she says.

The only thing that makes mom nervous is the last time Aunt Diane went away, Willy died.  The time before that, Kira died.  Mom better get another pet soon, at least before Aunt Diane goes away again...that's all I'm sayin' about that!!

Mom gave me my bison bone on Friday.  I chewed and gnawed at it for so long, I actually got a little sick from it.  Mom got worried when I puked up chunks of stuff this morning.  She took away the bone (Aw mom !  The lumpy bits were mostly gone already!) and made me eat some pumpkin.  I don't mind the pumpkin, but I'd rather have my bone :-(  Mom said no more bison for a long time now, maybe even for more than a month!

Crap.

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