Where is the Volar Pouch

D. E. Larsen, DVM   Dr. Adams was a massive man, both in his physique and in his professional reputation. He was not tall, less than six feet, but very muscular. His rugged facial features made him appear to have a scowl on his face in the best of times. In those moments, when heContinue reading “Where is the Volar Pouch”

Several Days in February

D. E. Larsen, DVM I looked for a spot in the trunk for my bag. There were six of us stuffed into the sedan for our trip to Nebraska. My bet was, I was the only one who had been in the military. You didn’t need to bring your entire wardrobe for a one weekContinue reading “Several Days in February”

Note on My Brother, Larry Larsen

D. E. Larsen, DVM I started writing bits and pieces in the 1990s. Those writings were brief, maybe all my papers are brief, but those were 200 to 400 words. They helped preserve some of those moments, and I still refer to those notes when pondering a topic. About this same time, my oldest brotherContinue reading “Note on My Brother, Larry Larsen”

The Wicked Witch of the West

D. E. Larsen, DVM Sandy went with me on this late afternoon call to Lacomb. With the kids visiting our parents, we had planned to stop for dinner on the way home. I leaned against the rail of the log corral. On the far side of the corral stood this evening’s patient, a Scottish HighlanderContinue reading “The Wicked Witch of the West”

My First Sick Cow

D. E. Larsen, DVM My early memories from childhood are still vivid in my mind and go back to my third year, and maybe earlier. My older brother, who never seems to recall much of those days, will often disagree with my memory once I mention something. That said, this is my memory and myContinue reading “My First Sick Cow”