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Sandracam  (Level: 149.3 - Posts: 4190)
Tue, 29th Sep '09 10:00 PM


Good job! Very enjoyable!

Pepperdoc  (Level: 152.5 - Posts: 4285)
Tue, 29th Sep '09 10:10 PM

Hope you share the stories behind these.

Garrybl  (Level: 291.5 - Posts: 6770)
Tue, 29th Sep '09 10:16 PM

I liked the format a lot; you mixed up clue types to make our job even harder (dashit!)

Alvandy  (Level: 240.3 - Posts: 7692)
Tue, 29th Sep '09 10:58 PM

Learned a very cool word to add to my vocabulary. Spent a lot of letters nailing it down but it was worth it.
It describes me [NOT].
If you think I'm being cryptic - then go fly a kite.

Thanks for writing it RJ!

Daveguth  (Level: 266.7 - Posts: 1636)
Tue, 29th Sep '09 11:04 PM

Good one. I managed no pink screens for the first time in a week, so I'm beside myself with joy!

Virtus  (Level: 169.7 - Posts: 2489)
Tue, 29th Sep '09 11:14 PM

Love this pet theme. Very enjoyable so much so I took my good 'ole time again.


Tresgatos  (Level: 214.8 - Posts: 4413)
Wed, 30th Sep '09 4:47 AM

I really enjoyed the way you constructed your puzzle, Ron, and there was an interesting assortment of trivia. I'm looking forward to seeing all the puzzles and hearing all about your pets!

-- Geri

Caramel1  (Level: 135.0 - Posts: 21587)
Wed, 30th Sep '09 5:13 AM


Papajensai  (Level: 201.6 - Posts: 1024)
Wed, 30th Sep '09 8:35 AM

Thanks for the kind words. Glad for those who enjoyed it. Here's all the puzzles, and the back stories on our menagerie through the years. I'll have to use several posts, I think.

stills nash and youngs partner david : Crosby
antebellum fictional heroine ohara : Scarlett
grateful dead tennessee native : Jed
polymathic founding father benjamin : Franklin
catamaran sailboat manufacturing company : Hobie
hardy cromwell twist and north : Oliver
presumed he found doctor livingstone : Stanley
gabriel sellers and pan : Peter
marlene sang her song and was her second name : Lily
lady thatcher and countess of snowdon : Margaret

Crosby was a little black curly puppy, probably a cross between a cocker spaniel and a poodle. He was in the shelter in Des Moines, but so cute he appeared on TV to encourage people to adopt homeless dogs. We saw him, and bailed him out of jail. It was 1977, and I think I was thinking of David Crosby when I named him. He was our first doggy, died of old age at about 18.

Scarlett was a beautiful red Irish setter/golden retriever who was part of a huge litter which resulted from an accidental romantic liason between two thoroughbreds. We adopted her, and she grew up with my son. A real sweetheart, died of old age at about 14. The kids came home from college when we told them she was probably dying, to say goodbye to her.

Papajensai  (Level: 201.6 - Posts: 1024)
Wed, 30th Sep '09 8:36 AM

Jed was an undocumented golden retriever whose owner turned him over to the shelter because he kept running away. After Scarlett died, we were heartbroken, and went to the shelter 'just to visit'. Some clever attendant let Jed out of his cage, and he just overwhelmed me with his friendliness and obvious desire to come home with us. He never tried to run away from us, and died of old age last December 24. Named for the song, Tennessee Jed.

Franklin was our daughter's dog, a golden retriever with a bit of a pedigree. He went to live with her when she was away at college and missing the dogs at home. He loved to go to Grateful Dead concerts at Deer Creek, and listen from the parking lot. Frank lived with our daughter in her house with 4 roommates, then with one of the roommates who turned out to be her future husband, and with their first child. He was about 16 when he died peacefully one night. Named for the song, Franklin's Tower.

I used to enjoy sailing small boats, and I always said I thought a good name for a cat would be Hobie, because the Hobie Cat (catamaran) is a wonderful craft. When my son went away to school, he decided to get a cat, a yellow striped tabby, and so he called him Hobie. Hobie remained my son's cat through undergrad and law school, marriage, and the birth of two children. Died of old age, at about 17 years old.

Papajensai  (Level: 201.6 - Posts: 1024)
Wed, 30th Sep '09 8:36 AM

When our son got married, Hobie stayed with us during the wedding trip. My wife missed him so much when he left (the cat, not the son!) that we had to go to the shelter just to visit some kitties. A young kitten reached out through the bars of his cage toward my wife, as if beseeching her attention. Thus we acquired our first cat, a handsome yellow striped tabby named Oliver, who had an "O" in the markings on one flank.

Stanley came soon after, since we were sure that Ollie must be lonely. He was living with a group of young people who didn't seem to be taking proper care of him, and who had named him Satan. Stan was yellow striped, and liked to sing in the middle of the night in our high ceilinged kitchen. Named for Stanley Laurel, who was Oliver Hardy's partner.

Peter was a big black cat with a bit of a white blaze on his chest, very laid back, mellow, and friendly at all times. He was abandoned after Halloween by someone who thought it would be interesting to have a black cat, for a while, and then lost interest. Named for the song, Black Peter.

Papajensai  (Level: 201.6 - Posts: 1024)
Wed, 30th Sep '09 8:37 AM

Lily was a Siamese, an elegant seal-point with blue eyes. Some boys were leaving Philadelphia to visit one of my daughters and found her in the street there, a tiny kitten with multiple injuries. They brought her all the way to Indiana, and my daughter sneaked her into the bedroom where I was sleeping. When I found her in a cardboard box, I thought she was too badly injured to recover, and took her over to the vet. He fooled me by patching her up, and she was my cat for the next 15 years, until she died. I know exactly what day she came to us, because it was the day Marlene Dietrich died, and I named her for Lily Marlene.

Margaret was a big fluffy pure white lady with pink ears and nose. She was fully grown when we got her from the shelter. She had been "rescued" from a traffic island in a busy urban highway where she had been somehow raising a litter of kittens. Her kittens had all been adopted, and she was facing a grim future when we saw her. She had yellow flea powder staining her white coat, but remained dignified and aloof. She allowed us to bathe her once to get rid of the powder, and she kept herself gleaming white for the remaining 10 or 12 years of her life.

Those are all our dead pets. We still have Jack, a pretty grey kitty with white socks and a dashing little white moustache. After about 14 years as the youngster in the tribe, he seems to enjoy having the house to himself, animal-wise, so we haven't rushed to get more animals in our lives.

Tresgatos  (Level: 214.8 - Posts: 4413)
Sun, 4th Oct '09 2:29 AM

I really enjoyed reading the stories about your animal companions! You've had a wonderful assortment of personalities, and your love for them shines through. Animals never cease to amaze me -- just thinking about Margaret trying to raise a litter of kittens on a traffic island gives me shivers. Thanks so much for sharing how your pets enriched your life!

-- Geri

Koota  (Level: 187.3 - Posts: 2114)
Sun, 4th Oct '09 1:46 PM

Sorry to be so late chiming in. I missed your WP, but I thoroughly enjoyed your stories about your pets. What a big heart your family has.

Thanks for sharing your stories.

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