D. E. Larsen, DVM Nessie came out from under the feed rack, shaking her head vigorously as the small rat hung limply from her mouth. Nessie was a small, straw-colored Cairn Terrier. “That’s the way to get ‘em,” Ayers hollered as Nessie discarded the dead rat and ran up the hill toward us. Ayers laughedContinue reading “When do You Say When”
D. E. Larsen, DVM We had just finished dinner and were supervising the girls as they cleaned up the dinner table when the telephone rang. Good evening, Doc,” Sandi said into the phone. “I hope you have finished dinner. Betty has been pushing for about 3 hours. She has broken some water, but thereContinue reading “The Birds and The Bees and Bassett Puppies”
Just when I say, “Not Wednesday story!” This is a rewrite of Mrs. Rose, one of my early stories on this blog. Had to do it for the book, so here it is.
D. E. Larsen, DVM “I have been looking at Sophie’s horse for a couple of days now,” Don says as we were lining out our morning calls. “I would like you to come along this morning and get your opinion. This is low-grade colic. I think it must be an obstruction, but I have notContinue reading “All Hell Broke Loose”
D. E. Larsen, DVM “Here comes Pete again,” Don said. “I think I will let you talk with him today. He just about talked my leg off yesterday.” “What does he have going on?” I asked. “He got a bunch of new feeder steers,” Don said. “He has been studying up on Ralgo, that newContinue reading “For the Want of a Few Pounds”