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.

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Pizza Party!

Oh Boy Oh Boy Oh Boy!!!  Mom got a 'phone call from Aunt Diane who ORDERED her to bring me to a Pizza Party on Friday night.  When she got home from work, mom grabbed a shower, got dressed, then packed me into the car and off we went to Aunt Diane's place.  Aunt Diane has some family visiting from another country so I got to meet them and then after a while we all went to another place, convoy-style.

We played and laughed and played some more.  I got to eat some cheese and meat from the pizza and Aunt Diane's sister-in-law fed me tons of veggies (I love yellow and orange peppers!!)  I'm not fond of broccoli, except when there's dip on it though.  I mean, I still ate it, but would rather have more peppers.

The other guests were watching some silly hockey game on TV and mom tried to incite a riot by saying, "Friends don't let friends be Canucks fans!!" but was shunned to the outdoors.  After some hooting and hollering (apparently the Vancouver team won) everyone came outside.

Then the outdoor fireplace was lit and everyone stood around and talked.  I took the opportunity to explore the yard and mom lost sight of me for a while.  She tried to find out if I pooped anywhere so she could clean it up (as a Good Guest should!) but couldn't find anything.  It was getting dark by then so she's not sure if I did or not.  She felt pretty bad when she told the hostess she couldn't tell if I pooped in their yard and was terribly sorry for that.

Throughout the whole evening everyone kept telling me I was such a good dog and mom felt pretty pleased that I behaved myself and that everyone noticed.  Even Aunt Diane let me cuddle on her lap for a while (oh man, did I love THAT!)

Hey, I was just being my old cute, cuddly, adorable self...y'know?

On another note, Miss Eleni now has a Facebook page for Furbaby Rescue:

Furbaby rescue on facebook

Please check it out!  It's a great organization, after all, they helped me find my mom!!!