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The Taint That Ain’t

D. E. Larsen, DVM It was 12:30 on Thursday, and we were mostly closed. Thursday afternoon was reserved for golf. But the phone kept ringing, Sandy had stepped into the back, and I was tempted to not answer. But duty calls. “Good afternoon, this is Doctor Larsen,” I say as I picked up the receiver.Continue reading “The Taint That Ain’t”

The Battle of Ping-Li

D. E. Larsen, DVM It was the end of a busy afternoon when I leaned into the reception desk to check on what remained of the day. “I’m beat, how close to being done are we?” I asked. “You poor man,” Sandy replied. She seldom gave me any sympathy. “Your last appointment is in theContinue reading “The Battle of Ping-Li”

The Missed Quill

D. E. Larsen, DVM Bob had already lifted Rex onto the exam table by the time I entered the exam room. Rex was an Australian Shepherd. At one time, he had been a cow dog, but Bob sold the cows. Now Rex had little to do except to patrol his property. “Hi, Bob, what bringsContinue reading “The Missed Quill”