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D. E. Larsen, DVM Sandy leaned against the exam door jam, she knew I would not welcome her message. Bob and I were looking at a dog with a serious skin infection that we had just kept for a skin biopsy. “Elaine called, she is looking at that mare in labor and needs some help,”Continue reading “The Fetotomy”

D. E. Larsen, DVM Don and I duck walked along the old fence line beside the marsh on our place on Catching Creek. I clutched my old shotgun to my chest. Peering through the tall grass that grew along the fence, I kept track of the flock of ducks feeding on the pond. This pondContinue reading “The Raft”