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.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Happy Birthday to my little ConorMan!


Happy Birthday to me!
*Ahem!*
I said:  “Happy Birthday To MEEEEEE!
There.  I feel a lot better now.
So today is yesterday was the date mom picked to be my birthday.  Now, mom figures I turned 3 sometime back in the winter but because I was born in the USA she thought it was fitting that July 4 be my birthday.  Kinda like in England where they celebrate the Monarch’s birthday in June, regardless of the real day they were born?
So I’m Three Years old now!  Oy, am I ever getting old :-(
Mom says I still have a lot of puppy in me (I keep telling her I’m a BOY and can’t have puppies in me but she just shakes her head and laughs).  She says that because I’ll wake her up at 2 a.m. to either go potty or to play.  Lately it’s been more to play than potty.  I just love playing with my mom.  Sometimes I go get the toy she’s tossed, other times I make her go get it - well, SHE threw it way over there, she should have to go get it.  That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
After her work mom took me outside to potty and took some pictures of yours truly.  Unbeknownst to me mom also took some video.  Never mind the shaky camera - the mosquitos are really bad this year thanks to a very wet and late spring.  Good thing mom has ‘bug dope’ left over from when she lived in Alberta cause they attacked her and she had to spray herself down to stop ‘em.  A few got me too but mom gave me a chicken wiener treat and the itchiness magically disappeared (*coughbenadrylecough*)  I’m tellin’ ya - chicken wiener treats are MAGIC!
Tonight I get special peanut butter cookies in my supper, which in itself is a treat!  Mom bought me “President’s Choice brand Gourmet Dinner with turkey in savoury juices” as my birthday supper - now, before everyone goes all wonky over that, keep in mind she mixes it in with half my regular (healthy) kibble and it’s ONE DAY A YEAR:  MY BIRTHDAY!  So conveniently forgetting Miss Eleni’s instructions for one day isn’t the worst thing in the world.  Mom has medicine (Bleech!) if I need it, but hoping I won’t ‘cause ( you guessed it) Chicken Wieners work better!
Then we’re going for a nice long Let’s Go! As it’s a beautiful, warm summer evening and except for the mosquitos, I hope to visit all my doggy friends along the way and read my peemail.
Yup.  Life is rough, ain’t it?


Token video ... wait for it - he wants to kiss you!
Aww, lookit that, everyone gets a ConorKiss on his B'day *slurpslurp*
Mom's note:  Innernets troubles - post was saved yesterday but couldn't post.  Conor was spoiled rotten - he had a peanut butter and chicken muffin, with peanut butter as icing.  No wonder he was batting around something (bracelet or something like that I think) on the floor in the bedroom at 2 a.m.!!
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