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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”

That Last Glass of Milk

D. E. Larsen, DVM Dad came through the kitchen door with a bucket of milk fresh from the morning’s milking. The kitchen was the center of life in our modest farmhouse. The kitchen was not only the source of food, but it held the wood stove, which was the only source of heat in theContinue reading “That Last Glass of Milk”