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Thursday, June 26, 2008
Long John Strives for Top Dog Status
Come out and cheer Team Long John to Victory!
MidWest Dachshund Races Arlington Park Race Track Thursday, July 3 Races start at 7 p.m.
Weighing in at 10.5 pounds, and at 11 years old, classifying for a prime position in the Senior Sausage age category, Long John Dornacher will hit the speedway for top dog prize at next week's MidWest Dachshund Races.
"We really hope that he'll cut the mustard and more than ketchup with the crowd, but set the pace," said Team Long John manager, Anthony Dornacher.
Long John has been training, doing morning laps around the block in the West Loop.
"Now that Oprah is on summer hiatus, we don't have a gaggle of Oprah fans lining up to see the show. Their 'Ooing' and 'Ahhing' and 'Is that one of those wiener dogs?'-cooing just offered up a distraction," observed his coach, Timothy State.
Manager Anthony Dornacher is concerned about the fragility of Long John's aging spine. To counteract any discomfort, State has been icing the arch of his back, giving daily massages, and providing him fish oil capsules for lubrication.
CUE: Jim McKay 'Wide World of Sports' Sympathy Music
Jim McKay: Having recently lost his lifetime companion, Sheleata Kanatuna, to a dreadful cancer known as feline fiber sarcoma, Long John succumbed to a downward spiral of doom -- depression. For weeks on end, he failed to get out of bed.
In March, he hit rock bottom, incessantly licking his paws while longing in the bed all day.
It was during this period that Manager Dornacher left town for for a business trip with his new job. For two weeks, he was in Macon, Georgia, with parachuting Elvi (the plural of Elvis) and Miss Georgia, where Dornacher grand opened an upscale shopping center. Irony aside, Long John was left at home to care for State.
When State forgot to eat, Long John was forced to take charge. With vivacious energy, Long John circled the block. He ran freely, ears flapping in the breeze. A liveliness not seen since before the days of Sheleata Kanatuna's sudden demise.
They say that the body heals through motion. They say that the body heals the mind. And so, through motion, he healed his mind, and his depression. Long John, he runs. He runs like the wind. To be free again.
But he had such a long way to go, to make it to the border of Mexico. So he runs like the wind.
And then injury.
While Manager Dornacher was schmoozing Georgian Beauty Queens, Long John's rear right foot was consumed by the building's entry door in a tragic morning walk accident. What was left was skin, flapping in the breeze. In a role reversal, State scooped up the hobbling wiener, whisking him away to the emergency vet where a team of medial experts patched his foot back together, ironically, by applying glue to his hoof.
CUE: Jim McKay 'Wide World of Sports' Rebound Music
Long John worked through his inner depression through taking to the streets. His hoof now healed, he's back, and he's stronger than ever. Next week, will he take the title in the Senior Sausage category? Will he achieve a dream only Sheleata could have hoped for?
Long John got in the way of the door this morning -- as it was opening. Another dog barked, and he turned into the door to bark at him, his foot getting stuck underneath the door.
The resulting flesh wound wasn't too bad, but the flapping scrap of skin and fur about made me vomit, especially when he plopped down after eating his breakfast to lick the wound.
So I scooped him up and we were off to a 6:30 a.m. visit to the animal E.R. I won't tell you what they did, but here you can see his new look with the lampshade and a coordinating gauze bow. I'm concerned that tomorrow's Oprah fans are going to eat him for breakfast, he looks so cute.
Please bring a dish (a cat-serole, if you will) to share and the beverage of your choice. Appetizers and mixers provided. Mourning bonnets strongly encouraged.
The evening also celebrates Earth Hour. Please turn off all your lights before joining us. If you cannot join us, please consider signing up for Earth Hour, and turning off your lights and powering down all electrical items from 8 p.m. to 9 p.m..
Earlier this evening, Sheleata Kanatuna, Tiger Prince of Barnes Place and then Morgan Terrace, peacefully succumbed to feline fibrosarcoma, an invasive cancer in the connective tissue. He was nearly twelve.
Mr. Kanatuna was diagnosed in August and underwent an exorcism to remove the demon tumor that had appeared in the roof of his mouth. There was a chemotherapy and radiation treatment option, and his medical team suggested an air lift to Purdue University where he could have been attached to a machine.
Always noble and not one for travel, Mr. Kanatuna opted for the less-invasive home hospice care. On his last evening, he dined on chicken liver, surrounded by family and the books he so loved, purring loudly as he gazed from his perch one last time.
Not one to follow another agenda, Mr. Kanatuna scratched at the face of death in his final moments before crossing over to a place of peace. Continue Reading Sheleata Kanatuna's Biography
Remembering Mr. Kanatuna
Mr. Kanatuna is survived by Director of Catering and Guest Relations Anthony Dornacher, Director of Ambiance and Entertainment Timothy State, Long John, and Buster Highmen.
Dornacher and State will be hosting a wake for Mr. Kanatuna on a date in March, still to be set. More information on Sheleata Kanatuna's wake will be available at www.MorganTerrace.net.
Another phone call during the dinner hour confirmed that Sheleata Kanatuna's tests came back positive for Feline Fibrosarcoma, a malignant (invasive) cancer originating from fibrous connective tissue. It can spread to other parts of the body. Sheleata has a follow-up appointment scheduled for next week, and more details will be available at that time.
Sheleata Kanatuna, tiger prince of Morgan Terrace, has been diagnosed with oral spindle cell sarcoma. Dr. Scott called this evening to follow-up on tests run following last week's removal of a growth in Sheleata's mouth. The growth was discovered by Director of Ambiance and Entertainment Timothy State when he found the cat sitting in the bathroom sink.
"He appeared to be panting," said State, who noticed a pink tongue-like appendage sticking out of his mouth a week ago last Saturday. "I yelled to Tony to turn on the air conditioning. I figured the cat was practically passed out, panting in the porcelain sink. But then I noticed it was his upper lip that was pink."
Sunday, the pink appendage, Demarris, was large enough to name, and when the the vet examined Sheleata on Monday morning, its grotesque proportions caused the vet to cringe and dry heave. "I've never seen anything like this," she said as she whisked Sheleata away for a second opinion. Within the hour, Sheleata was under the knife. Director of Catering and Guest Relations Tony Dornacher sat in the waiting room as the exorcism was performed. Extracting Demarris from his soul, the growth and a bad tooth completely removed.
When State returned home from the office, Sheleata was stumbling around the house like a drunk frat boy. He sat on the counter, admiring the kitchen knives before making love to them by rubbing against them repeatedly. He's recovered comfortably this week, and all was well until tonight, when the phone rang -- bad news always comes when the family has just sat down to dinner.
More tests need to be run. It might be cancerous, it might not be. We just don't know. There's a machine at Perdu University we could hook the cat up to and it would do something, but the machine is not working right now. If it is cancer, we can sit down with a cat oncologist and discuss treatment options. The cat jumped up on the dinner table and lounged like Elizabeth Taylor in a Turner Classic Movie, Demarris just a distant memory. Tony hung up the phone. Sheleata's tail fanned the table.
"Depending on cost..." Dornacher's voice trailed off as he ate some applesauce.
"I say we put Buster down," said State, cutting a pork chop. "Let's let the cat live his final days in peace."
There are many unanswered questions. But truth lives no farther than the internet, particularly once one figures out how to spell. Spindle cell sarcoma is a type of connective tissue cancer where the cells take on a spindle shape. "Oral" is attached to indicate it's found in the mouth, or oral region. Google knows all.