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A Little Bite

D. E. Larsen, DVM Things were quiet in the clinic when Joan burst through the door. Joan was a trim young lady in her mid-thirties. She was a regular client and had Zack, a young springer spaniel, with her. Today she was covered with blood. Her blouse and jeans had large splotches of blood onContinue reading “A Little Bite“

Colleagues, From the Archives

D. E. Larsen, DVM I looked at the large black tumor on Dr. Walker’s old gray mare as I wrapped the tail. It was a good thing that the horse was gentle. There were no facilities, and I was at considerable risk, standing directly behind the mare. This tumor was the size of a smallContinue reading “Colleagues, From the Archives”

The Hornet’s Nest

D. E. Larsen, DVM The mid-July afternoon sun was hot as Dana, and I headed across the lower field of the Broadbent farm. We were headed to a fishing hole we didn’t often fish because of the brush. Suddenly, Dana stopped. “Wow!” he said. “Look at that bee’s nest.” On the highway side of theContinue reading “The Hornet’s Nest“