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Fleeing the Flea

D. E. Larsen, DVM It is another hot August day in Sweet Home, and fleas are eating most of the dogs alive. Returning from lunch, I could see that Dixie had started the sprinkler on the roof already. That helped keep the clinic cool. The water would run hot, coming off the roof. Joseph wasContinue reading “Fleeing the Flea”

Colleagues

D. E. Larsen, DVM I looked at the large black tumor on Dr. Walker’s old gray mare as I wrapped the tail. It was a good thing that the horse was gentle. There were no facilities, and I was at considerable risk, standing directly behind the mare. This tumor was the size of a smallContinue reading “Colleagues”

One Wrong Step

D. E. Larsen, DVM It was almost 8:30, and Debbie hadn’t come through the door yet. This was most unusual for her. I was mostly relaxed on arrival times for work unless someone took advantage of the fact. But Debbie had been working here since her senior year, and she was never late. We wereContinue reading “One Wrong Step”