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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”

Many Fish to Catch

D. E. Larsen, DVM Stan pulled into our driveway on his way home from work. I was in the garage and greeted him as he stepped out of his pickup. “Hi, Stan, what’s up this afternoon,” I said as I shook his hand. “Dave, you know I have a little fish pond up at myContinue reading “Many Fish to Catch”