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, April 13, 2014

Aaaaand we're back!!

Today was such a gloriously beautiful day mom couldn't hold back any longer and off we went to....

You guessed it!  The river park!!

 Goose on a "date" with her mate not far behind.

YAY!!  I love the river park :-)  Mom said she has to build up her cardio and trekking skills if she wants to go on her super-secret, extra-special, once-in-a-lifetime trek next spring.

She plugged in her new iPod senor thingy and it told her we hiked for 48 minutes, went 3.4 km's, and made 5693 steps.  Mine are doubled, though, 'cause I have 4 feet and mom only has 2.  Now that I think about it, mine should be tripled 'cause I have to dart side to side, sniff, pee, poop, sniff some more, stop and greet everyone we pass, stop for panting, chase kids on bikes, chase horses out for a stroll, check my pee-mail, sniff other puppers butts, etc. so I do MUCH more walking than mom and her single-file, non-butt sniffing pace.

Mom said she should be able to shave at least 20 minutes off her time if that's the case 'cause I delay her pace with all my "antics", as she calls 'em.

So we're back to our weekend routine of going to the river park.  A little late this year; last year we started mid-March.  But that's OK.  I hope the weather is amazing next week 'cause mom said she has four days off work and then winked - maybe she took some extra days off again??  OhBoyOhBoyOhBoy!!!


  1. Connor tell your mom to get you a carry bag, just in case you get all tired out....

  2. Some lady stopped me on the way back and asked what kind of dog he was then told me I had to give him water 'cause he was thirsty and was panting too hard. I told her I just did, his bowl and water bottle was in my backpack. I added "he's just lazy and wants me to carry him..."

    If nothing else, both our cardio systems could use some improvement :-(