D. E. Larsen, DVM “Dr. Larsen, This is Maude, from Brownsville,” Maude said into the phone. “Cookie, my best milk goat, is about ready to deliver. She is so large that she has been down for two days. Can I bring her up to your place so you can look at her?” “That’s fine, Maude,Continue reading “Cookie’s Litter, From the Archives”
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Jerd
D. E. Larsen, DVM Peggy was lying on the kitchen floor and reaching as far as possible under the wood cookstove. “I can almost reach him,” Peggy said. “Leave him alone. He will just scratch you,” I said. “Jerd doesn’t like us.” Jerd was our grandmother’s cat. He was a short-haired, white cat with oneContinue reading “Jerd “
The Young Boy and the Creek
D. E. Larsen, DVM When spring finally came in my third grade year and I was deemed old enough to fish in the creek by myself. I was nine years old that March. I am not sure why it took Mom so long to come to the conclusion that I was old enough. I knewContinue reading “The Young Boy and the Creek “
Memoirs of a Country Vet 