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Morris, From the Archives

D. E. Larsen, DVM The girls were all waiting for me when I came through the door after work. “We have kittens!” they all screamed in unison. “We have lots of kittens,” Amy said. “Both Sam and Mittens had kittens,” Brenda said. “Sam only had one kitten, but Mittens had seven.” “Come on, we willContinue reading “Morris, From the Archives“

There is Gold in Them Hills, From the Archives

D. E. Larsen, DVM It was 11:10, and Bob should be coming through the door any minute. He was sort of the highlight of our morning in the office. Bob had been our Postman ever since the office opened. He was older, probably getting close to retirement, but he was a joy to talk with.Continue reading “There is Gold in Them Hills, From the Archives”

A Little Bit of Magic Helps Sometimes, From the Archives

D.E. Larsen, DVM “How long has she been down, Dick?” I asked, standing over a young heifer that had just delivered a calf. “When I got this afternoon, she had this calf hanging halfway out of her,” Dick said. “The calf was dead, I hooked onto it with the tractor and drug her and theContinue reading “A Little Bit of Magic Helps Sometimes, From the Archives”