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.

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Another post? Whew!

OK, so in case you're wondering what happens when mom calls out "Let's Go!" tonight she took a video to show everyone.  Now, mom says this is calm by comparison to other times, but she's been home for a long time so it's not like we haven't spent much time together or anything.  She says sometimes I border on the obnoxious when she comes home from work and calls out "Let's GO!"


Toys are finished their bath!

Oh MOM!  What have you done to Yellow Puppy??  It doesn't taste the same, it doesn't smell the same..Oh NO!

I gots ta fix it!!!!




That's OK Yellow Puppy, I'll save you with CPR!!


Now I gots ta do the same to Miss Snalio...RopeLobster, EEEK!!!  AND MY OVEN MITTS?


MOM!  Never again!

Mom, I love you but...

My routine is seriously disrupted with mom taking a Super-Long weekend.  I'm trying to nap but mom keeps wanting to play with me.  Yes, I get it, I'm all soft and snorgable after my bath yesterday, but geez mom, lemme alone already!

Besides that, how can we play when all my toys are soaking wet in the washing machine?  Just make sure that darn machine doesn't shred any of 'em or you'll be Big Time Sorry!

You can kinda-sorta see my poofy tail here.  Trust me, it's like mom dropped an electrical thingy in the tub yesterday 'cause it's Super-Poofy!

Saturday, August 6, 2011

"Co~nooooor, Baaaaaath Time!"

 
GRRRR RUFF Ruff Ruff "Fear Me!"

I gots a bath today!  Mom did it herself so I didn't get to go to Diggity-Dog but we did pass the place on our Let's Go!  Mom takes me for a Let's Go after my bath so I don't shakeshakeshake all over the furniture, or roll around the yard and get all dirty again.

It was hot out so I dried off pretty quickly.  Pooped a lot on this one, though - made mom use three bags!  When we got home I gots brushed out a few times (and damn, my tail looks poofy!)  Mom tried to take a picture of my tail but I'm not fond of how my butt looks in pictures (that, and I'm only THREE, isn't that illegal?) so I kept twisting back to look forward again.  Then that darn flashy thing went off in my eyes.  I'm blinded!!  Oh, wait a minute...ah, there we go, now I can see again, if a little blinky-eyed.

Mom says one more week of the Super-Long weekend to go.  She says to tell everyone she's behind schedule on the chores but will make up the time next week.  Busy week ahead, going with friends to various appointments, going to the Doctor herself, and maybe I'll get to see Aunt Diane again.  Mom says she's taking Aunt Diane to one of her appointments a la Driving Miss Daisy.  Not sure what that means, but mom giggles when she says it.

Finally, mom says she has to wash my toys.  Says they're all dirty and little crusty from me carrying them around in my mouth.  I rather like how they taste, thankyouverymuch!  I hope she uses chicken-flavoured soap!