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Old Three Toes, From the Archives

D. E. Larsen, DVM When I was growing up in Coos County one rarely encountered a Coyote, except on the high ridges. We didn’t think much about it at the time. That was just the way it was. I remember the first coyote I saw, on the top of Sugarloaf Mountain, on a cold morningContinue reading “Old Three Toes, From the Archives”

Table Manners for the Old Dog, From the Archives

D. E. Larsen,DVM Frank pushed through the door with Harley. Harley was an old yellow lab, very overweight, and suffering from arthritis due to all the extra weight. “I need to see Doc, right away if possible!” he said abruptly. “Old Harley, he is not eating much since Kara passed. I’m notContinue reading “Table Manners for the Old Dog, From the Archives”

My Pocket Knife, From the Archives

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, From the Archives”