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It’s a Wire Cut

D. E. Larsen, DVM The phone rang a second time. I looked at Sandy and Dixie, but they made no move to answer it. I looked at the clock. It said five fifteen. The phone rang a third time this Friday afternoon. “It’s a wire cut,” I said as I reached for the phone. “HowContinue reading “It’s a Wire Cut “

Her Blanket is Missing

D. E. Larsen, DVM I rolled over and looked at the clock; it was one thirty. Then the phone rang again. Yesterday had been a hectic day. I was tempted to let the phone ring, but Sandy elbowed me in the ribs. “Hello, this is Dr. Larsen,” I said into the phone. “I’m so sorryContinue reading “Her Blanket is Missing “

The Camping Trip that Wasn’t, From the Archives

D. E. Larsen, DVM I stood up to peddle harder as the last half mile was steeper. I wished I had one of those new bicycles with gears to shift. When the advertisement said you sell to your neighbors, they didn’t remind you that your neighbors were two miles away, uphill. At 12 years ofContinue reading “The Camping Trip that Wasn’t, From the Archives”