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The Coffee Break

D. E. Larsen, DVM I come from a large extended family. My mother was one of ten children. I was one of twenty-nine grandchildren. I was sort of leading the bottom third of that group age-wise. We were a relatively successful bunch for a group of grandchildren of a farm family rooted in the narrowContinue reading “The Coffee Break”

George and Martha Washington, From the Archives

D. E. Larsen, DVM The girls raced ahead of Sandy and me as we walked down the aisle at the Fort Collins K-Mart. They were headed to the pocket pets. We had just moved into an off-campus apartment, and we could have pets. That was a big decision for a student family. We were onlyContinue reading “George and Martha Washington, From the Archives”

One Twist Deserves Another, From the Archives

D. E. Larsen, DVM I ran my hand into Rosie’s vagina a second time. It still ran into a blind pouch. Rosie was a prized Jersey cow that supplied milk to a lot of neighbors. “What the heck is going on?” I asked myself. “I had never had a dystocia in a Jersey before unlessContinue reading “One Twist Deserves Another, From the Archives”