d.e.larsen.dvm

The Lost Ball

D. E. Larsen, DVM “I don’t know what is wrong with old Ben, Doc,” Gavin said as he picked his dog up and settled him on the exam table. “He started vomiting once in a while several weeks ago. I just didn’t think much about it. But now, he vomits everything he puts in hisContinue reading “The Lost Ball”

The Plank Road, My First Job

D. E. Larsen, DVM We had moved to a small (160 acres) farm up the river from Broadbent in December of 1949. There was a lot of snow that winter. We probably had a foot of snow on the ground that January. That was unusual for Southwestern Oregon. With 2 older brothers, I learned everyContinue reading “The Plank Road, My First Job”

The Lone Toad

D. E. Larsen, DVM My eighth-grade year was a significant learning year for me. I had moved from the small community of Broadbent at the end of my seventh grade. We moved to a dairy farm on Catching Creek, outside of the big city of Myrtle Point. I went from a class of 8 kidsContinue reading “The Lone Toad”