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The Porter Creek Incident

D. E. Larsen, DVM The kids were finishing up getting settled in the crowded car. Brenda, our oldest, had taken her seat on the front bench seat between Sandy’s folks, Pap and Grandma. Amy, Dee, and Derek struggled to get comfortable with cousins Dustin and Darin in the back seat. “You guys are going toContinue reading “The Porter Creek Incident”

Splints for Scruffy, From the Archives

D. E. Larsen, DVM Hugh and I were walking out to the small pig pen beside their small barn. The pen held a large sow with a litter of eleven piglets about five weeks old. The reason I was here was because now there were only ten piglets. One had been found dead this morning.Continue reading “Splints for Scruffy, From the Archives”

Seventeen Bites, From the Archives

D. E. Larsen, DVM Mrs. Wilson was standing by the exam table holding her cat, Fluffy, in her arms. Fluffy was an average-sized female cat with long gray hair and striking blue eyes. “What’s up with Fluffy this morning, Mrs. Wilson?” I asked. “She has been sick for several days,” Mrs. Wilson said. “She hasn’tContinue reading “Seventeen Bites, From the Archives”