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Don’t Give that Injection

D. E. Larsen, DVM I looked at the clock, 5:30 in the morning. I have no idea how long the phone has been ringing. I roll over and stretch to lift the receiver. “Good morning,” I say. There is an old lady on the line, she sounds frantic, it takes me a couple of minutesContinue reading “Don’t Give that Injection”

Wild Horses

D. E. Larsen, DVM Standing at the corral fence, we were looking at the ugliest horse that I had ever seen. She was an older roan mare that my father-in-law, Jim Leibelt, had just adopted from the Bureau of Land Management Wild Horse Adoption Center in Burns. She looked like she had just stepped offContinue reading “Wild Horses”

A Kitten’s Tale

D. E. Larsen, DVM I noticed her sitting in the far corner of the reception area, patiently waiting for the crowd to clear. She was an older lady with white hair. She was short and petite, and well dressed for Sweet Home. She was tanned to a rough brown, and her face and hands showedContinue reading “A Kitten’s Tale”