The Taint That Ain’t, from the Archives

D. E. Larsen, DVM It was 12:30 on Thursday, and we were mostly closed. Thursday afternoon was reserved for golf. But the phone kept ringing, Sandy had stepped into the back, and I was tempted to not answer. But duty calls. “Good afternoon, this is Doctor Larsen,” I say as I picked up the receiver.Continue reading “The Taint That Ain’t, from the Archives”

Malignant Catarrhal Fever

 D. E. Larsen, DVM I stepped back from the chute to get a wider view of the cow. This was a sick cow. She was probably going to die. But what is going on with her? “Bill, has this cow been anywhere other than here?” I asked.  “No, she was born right here,” Bill said.Continue reading “Malignant Catarrhal Fever”

The Land is Cheap There

 D. E. Larsen, DVM When I pulled into the driveway, I could see Don waiting in the doorway of the little barn behind their house. He had one old Jersey cow when I called on him at his little place over on North River Drive. He had said he wanted his cows checked for pregnancy,Continue reading “The Land is Cheap There”