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Mutt and Jeff

D. E. Larsen, DVM Here they come, I could see them walking over from Safeway. My memory fails me to remember their names. Maybe a gap in my memory, but more likely, it was because of the nicknames I attached to them. I only used those names privately, mostly between Sandy and myself. But theyContinue reading “Mutt and Jeff”

My Pocket Knife

D. E. Larsen, DVM I have a vivid memory of having only a single request for a present for Christmas in 1950. I was five years old, and the only thing I wished for was a pocket knife. I was delighted when I opened the small package. It wasn’t much of a knife, small andContinue reading “My Pocket Knife”

Dinner is in the Oven

D. E. Larsen, DVM One of the most enjoyable things about veterinary medicine is the people you get to know and the trusting relationships that develop with those clients. One young man was telling me about the first few weeks of his marriage. He was a logger, a choker setter to be exact. Anyone whoContinue reading “Dinner is in the Oven”