The sun was just breaking through the clouds as we turned off the highway onto the long gravel road to Margery’s house. It had been a long drive to Smith River, and it would be good to get out and stretch my legs. Mom warned me about the long drive and said I would beContinue reading “Monday, October 8, 1956, From the Archives”
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Willow, From the Archives
D. E. Larsen, DVM I could see Willow sitting in the reception area. As always, she was aloft to all that was happening around her. Willow was a natural hunting dog, a Drahthear, a German wirehaired pointer. She was getting older now and had mellowed with age. She was very self-confident, like all the largerContinue reading “Willow, From the Archives”
Howard Daniel Vandenacre, From the Archives
D. E. Larsen, DVM There was still a slight chill in the August morning air as we waited in front of the Coos Bay post office, a little unsure of what was to happen next. Then the doors swung open, and Mrs. Baxter emerged with her entourage of four middle-aged men, all dressed in ill-fittingContinue reading “Howard Daniel Vandenacre, From the Archives”
Memoirs of a Country Vet 