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.

Sunday, June 16, 2013

High water and bugs.

LOTS of bugs.  Mosquito's, to be exact.  Hungry, bitey mosquito's.

Today mom and I went to the river park for our weekly hike.  The water levels were very high and mom took pictures to compare to when I was chasing geese last.

March 23 2013:  Sand bar/beachy area was about 40' from the grass to the water's edge.
Today:  Boulders were moved in to prevent folks from slipping into the current.  Today's pictures were taken with the cel. 'phone as the fancy-schmancy cameras' battery was dead.












After checking out the river levels we went for our usual hike.  About one-third of the way mom starting slapping herself...a lot!  Then all these blood smears appeared on her arms and legs.  We hoofed it hard, skipped our usual break and we high-tailed it as fast as my little legs could carry me to the trail break.  As we were going up to the road a family was going down.  After the polite salutations, mom said "oh, be warned, the mosquito's are Very Bad today!"  Not five minutes later the whole family was screaming their way back up the trail to walk on the upper road.  The one lady called out "thanks!"  When we got home the first thing mom did was put a can of bug dope in the car.  "Never again will I be without bug spray!!" She exclaimed adamantly.  Then she took an allergy pill to stop the itching (counts about 20 bites!!)

Oh, here's a video of the Mighty Fraser current.  This little video does not do it justice as it was Very Strong today.  Mom wouldn't let me even touch my paws in the water after the hike like she usually does to let me cool off, said my wee little self would tear the leash right out of mom's hands if the current caught me.  I don't wanna be a GonerConnor :-(


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