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.

Friday, May 27, 2011

"I'll be back!"

OK, so my "secretary" hasn't updated my blog in quite a while.  In a nutshell, I need a haircut, mani-pedi, more Let's GO!'s, less "fibre" in my diet (as in I need to eat less paper, cardboard, and other stuff I'm not supposed to find), few more belly rubs, and definitely more lap time with my mom!

Apparently getting the house ready for sale is more important, though.  I disagree.  I've since (and repeatedly) been advised that *I* have no say in the matter.

If nothing else, it's way easier to navigate around the house as stuff gets boxed up to clear the clutter.  I prefer clutter, but mom says the house will sell better with waaaaay less stuff every where.

Except my toys.  I won't let mom pack away my toys.  I wuv my toys too much!!  I just couldn't bear it if mom had to put them away (although she grouses that I still haven't learned to at least put hem back in the toy box at the end of the night - I make her do it!!  I'm such a bum.)

Anyway, if it looks like I've fallen off the face of the earth, I really haven't.  I just don't have opposable thumbs :-( 

Mom says to "have patience" (whatever THAT means) and we will be flying across the keyboard again in no time!

HRH Prince Conor, the Best Dog In The Whole Wide World!!!!

PS:  Trouble is always lurking around but I've managed to stave off the worst of it, so in this area I'm doing OK - not perfect, but OK :-D

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