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.

Saturday, December 20, 2014

We're on the move!!!!!!!

MOM SOLD THE HOUSE!!!!!  At least, she accepted an offer now we wait to see if the buyers follow through with their side of the deal by December 24.

If they do, this means we're moving but we don't know where yet.  Mom said she's not going to buy a new home for a while so we're going to rent for a year or so.  She says she wants to be able to pack up and leave anytime she wants.  Y'see, she's been trying to sell the house for over two years, listing then re-listing, then taking it off the market, then listing again to re-set the clock so it didn't look like it's been for sale for so long.

Mom says she lost all her equity and then some; had to sell for much less than she paid over 6 years ago (I was just wee little puppy, all of 3 months old but living in another country and not with my adopted mom yet) so she need to "recover" from the loss first.

But despite all that, she's glad she's dumped this "monstrosity of a house that is nickel and diming her into poverty."  I don't totally understand that, but I do know even though she's upset she lost a lot of money, she is glad to get rid of this house and glad to get out of a Strata.

Mom says I'm allowed to pee on her leg if she ever thinks about buying in a Strata ever again!  That made me giggle :-)

In other news, Mom forgot all about taking me to see Santa this year.  By the time she remembered it was too late and Santa already went back to the North Pole to supervise the elves.  Then she made Auntie Jo invite her to Comox.  What does that mean?  Well, Auntie Jo sometimes assumes Mom knows what she means and so Mom now makes Auntie Jo "expressly state what she wants and stop hiding behind subterfuge or skirting around the bush" (maybe she's just looking for a good place to pee?)  Anyway, they were on the 'phone (shocking!) and Mom said Auntie Jo was having a quiet Christmas and asked what Mom was doing, Mom said "I dunno what I'm doing for Christmas, go to the movies with Auntie Diane again, I guess."  Next day Auntie Jo called again and asked what Mom was doing for Christmas, Mom said "Still no plans other than the movies, I guess."  Anyway, to make a long story short, this went back and forth for at least 3 conversations when finally Mom MADE Auntie Jo say the magic words, or at least as close as Auntie Jo was willing to say them "Well?  Are you coming over here or not???"

Guess where I'm spending Christmas this year?  Yup, going to Comox!  Mom says her boss is pretty cool on Christmas Eve Day and lets everyone go home early so we're going to take the ferry over that evening.  I can't wait, I'm so excited!!!!

1 comment:

  1. I am so happy you are doing fine...I miss talking to you guys....

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