A Few Precious Hours, From the Archives

D. E. Larsen, DVM   I launched the drift boat at the Rock Creek Campground boat ramp. After parking the pickup and trailer. The kids decide that they need to run back to the camp for one last item.    “Okay,” I said, “I will pull the boat down by the camp and wait forContinue reading “A Few Precious Hours, From the Archives”

I Are One

D. E. Larsen, DVM Dad was drying his hands as he entered the kitchen. He had just finished the morning milking and had washed up for breakfast. Looking over Mom’s shoulder as she stood at the stove, he asked, “What’s for breakfast? I am hungry as a horse.” “David wanted hotcakes, but I also cookedContinue reading “I Are One”

All On Number One 

D. E. Larsen, DVM We welcomed our first spring in Colorado. The Rocky Mountain winter had been hard for us Oregonians. Spring term gave me a light schedule in school since I already had taken the microbiology course while at Oregon State. And we had a few extra dollars since I was working at theContinue reading “All On Number One “