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.

Monday, May 27, 2013

I'm so pretty...er, I meant Handsome!

My "Eau de Pooch", as mom likes to call my scent, was getting pretty strong so she took me to the Groomer on Saturday...but before all that, a story!  You know that kid from Peanuts who always has the dust cloud around him?  Pigpen?  Yeah.  Mom says that was me, except mine was "greasy and briney".  What does that mean, you ask?  Well, we go to Matsqui Regional Park at least every weekend that it's not raining.  There's a beach/sand bar area where kids build sand castles, other puppers run and play, and geese.  Let's not forget the geese.

The geese are HUGE!  And me, being the manly man that I am, well, I like to chase them.  They can swim in the current.  I can't.  So I'm not allowed to go into the river past my knees.  So much for being the man of the house :-(

Anyway, mom learned something new:  If you're on the EAST side of the bridge, you need a freshwater fishing license.  BUT, if you're on the WEST side of the bridge, you need a saltwater fishing license.  So the water in between is kinda oceany-kinda not, hence "briney".  I still go in up to my knees (it's too cold to go any deeper anyway, don't want to freeze my You-Know-What!) then I roll around on the beachy/sandy area.

So, briney water, sand bar, grassy park, then gravel trail.  In one day.  Oooohh, but I love how I smell afterwards!!!

These pictures were taken in March.  Mom called it "Conor's 'It's Bigger Than Me' Day" 'cause it seems everything and everyone I tried to play with was Bigger Than Me.  From the geese noted above to horses.  Yup, horses. I was so brave!  I let the big horses pass me and I only tried to trip them after they passed,  Mom held on to my leash very well, though and I couldn't get close enough.  I kept telling mom I only wanted to say hello!
Damn, I'm a good lookin' puppers, aren't I?


  1. You're a very good looking puppers Conor!

  2. Good lookin': yes. Cashes that cheque: everyday. Needs to go on a diet: yup. Mom needs to stop sharing her plate: Ab-so-freakin-lutely!!!