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.

Saturday, February 7, 2015

We're on the move! Part 2 :-)

As I told you earlier, Mom sold the house and it looks like the deal will go through without a hitch.  We have to move out by February 23.  Mom hasn't had to look for a place to live for a long, long time so she was a little worried about finding a place she can afford and still save up enough money to buy a new house in about 2 years.

She found the perfect place!  AND, it was the first (and only) place she looked at.  My bestest walking walking buddy, Lorraine, found it for Mom and went with her to view the place.  It's a basement suite, kinda small compared to what we're used to but if Mom is careful, she ought to be able to get our stuff in and there's a spare room she can use for storage.  She said she'll have to pack the room like Tetris.  I dunno what that means but she says it with a rueful smile.  Mom took me there last weekend to see the place.  I kinda like it!  Small, but really close to at least two parks I can play in, and lots of uphill walking (my butt is gonna look AWESOME hiking uphill all the time!)

So now Mom is in panic-mode, not ready for the move, thinks she has time but really doesn't.  I'm trying to motivate her by offering toys as incentive.  I would dangle chicken treats in front of her to get her moving but I eated them all :-(

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

What's wrong with these pictures?

Mom says I hog the bed.


I'm thinking "Um.  No."

Note the disparity between his blankey and my pulled back covers area!!  He's 24 freakin' pounds and he takes MORE than half the freakin' bed!