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The Terrible Breech

D. E. Larsen, DVM “Doc, this is Peter, out on Brush Creek,” Peter says on the phone. “I have been working on trying to pull this calf for two hours now. I am not getting anywhere. Do you have time to run out here and give me a hand?” “Sure, I can come right away,”Continue reading “The Terrible Breech”

The Lasso and the Wire

D. E. Larsen, DVM “Andy, how long has this guy been sick,” I asked. Andy was an old Italian with a small acreage on which he ran a few steers to fatten every year. He was bald as a billiard ball, short and, shall we say, a well-rounded individual. We were standing in the middleContinue reading “The Lasso and the Wire”

Blackjack and Newt

D. E. Larsen, DVM “Joleen, are you still feeding that feral tomcat out the back door?” I asked. “I don’t think he is really feral. I am going to catch him one of these days.” “Catch him. If you get ahold of him, it will be a question mark as to who has caught who,”Continue reading “Blackjack and Newt”