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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”

Brownie, 1953

Brownie, 1953 D. E. Larsen, DVM I woke to an empty bedroom. The sky was clear and the morning sun was out, but there was still a chill to the summer air. I laid still and tried to listen to hear my brothers downstairs. I hated to wake to an empty room. Did the monsterContinue reading “Brownie, 1953”