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.

Monday, September 2, 2013

Mini Vacation and a Ferry ride!

Mom and I went to see Aunt Jo and Uncle Dale, along with cousins Anthony (human, 19 y/o), Katie (dog, 11 y/o), and Edo (cat, 8 y/o).  I've never met them before but Mom say she's known them for oodles of years, longer than I've been alive!!

We took the Big Ferry Boat over.  Now, I've been on the Ferry before and I liked it, but this time there was something different (I guess) and I didn't like at as much.  It was too loud, too busy with cars and people, and too stinky with all the fumes.  When the ferry started moving Mom tried to get me out of the car to walk and I said 'oh hell no!' and stayed put.

Nope, I'm fine right here on my car blankey!


Not sure why he was so scared, but when I went to walk him to the Pet Room, he refused to leave the car, trembling, etc.  Same on the way home.  Good thing he peed and pooped at the terminal before boarding!  So I filled his water bowl, left some treats, and away I went.

Jo and Dale recently moved to Comox over on Vancouver Island when Dale's job moved him out of Winnipeg.  I hear Winnipeg is crazy cold over the longer-than-here winters.  In fact, Aunt Jo barely stopped talking about how cold and long the winters are in Winnipeg.  She was only in Winnipeg for 4 years and we were visiting for 4 days.  Guess how those two numbers matched up?

That's OK, I won't complain about Aunt Jo going on (and on and on and on) about how awful Winnipeg was 'cause she fed me tiny bits of bones (Katie got the HUGE bits, I only got miniscule, barely visible crumbs).  Then when we weren't allowed bones any more, we got duck leather (basically the same as dried chicken strips, but made with duck).  Katie got the HUGE pieces, sometimes two pieces!  Whereas Yours Truly only got a teeniest microscopic pieces.

Just doesn't seem fair, now does it?

Except Mom reminds me KatieGirl is 110 lbs. of German Sheppard/Rottweiler?/something HUGE? cross.  Yet she is the gentlest giant you could ever meet.  Katie loves belly rubs, giving and getting kisses, and wrap-around hugs.  I gave her plenty of all three 'cause I missed her, too.
I'm "little" by comparison AND have food allergies.

So I sat with Aunt Jo the whole time and she pet me with her feet as I curled up on her ottoman...giving mom the stink-eye where she sat way on the other side of the couch.

Mom and Aunt Jo left me behind with Dale and Anthony a few times.  Us guys did Manly-Man chores and stuff while the women-folk were doing whatever secrecy women do when off having a coven of some kind.  Mom says the result of them taking off might become known next month; has something to do with why mom is selling our house back home...I think.  Ooo look, treats!@!!!  Gotta go :-)

Oh, almost forgot:  Edo the cat hates me.  I tried to be friends with him, but nope, hated me with a passion.  *sigh* I tried.

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