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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”

I Presume? From the Archives

I Presume? D. E. Larsen, DVM The auditorium class quieted down as the professor took the stage. This was an entirely new experience for me. This class filled the auditorium, maybe 500 students. The professor was a large man, and he looked like he could have been a linebacker in his college days. Not fat,Continue reading “I Presume? From the Archives”