Blood Please, Fill Her Up

D. E. Larsen, DVM She came through the door in a rush, a young girl, probably in her early twenties, with a very limp, pale orange tabby cat in her arms.  She stopped at the counter. “I need to see the vet. This is an emergency,” she said, visibly trying to maintain her self control.Continue reading “Blood Please, Fill Her Up”

The Turpentine Compress

D. E. Larsen, DVM I carefully started removing the wrap on the hindfoot of Lady, a large Golden Retriever. This wrap was composed of a couple of rags and what looked like an old tee shirt.  I recoiled from the odor. “When did this happen,” I asked Ralph. “She got ran over yesterday afternoon. TheContinue reading “The Turpentine Compress”

The Salamander’s Tale

D. E. Larsen, DVM Jake lifted his young son out of the pickup and handed him off to Sue as he opened the tailgate and let Bruiser jump out of the pickup bed. They could already feel the cooling breeze coming from the river and providing some welcome relief from the Mid Willamette Valley’s AugustContinue reading “The Salamander’s Tale”

Yuri Andropov (you’re a drop-off), with Puppies on Board

D. E. Larsen, DVM  “What do you think, Doc,” Bert asked.  “They are just drop-offs,” Jan added. “We don’t want to spend a lot of money, but my gosh, we have to do something for the poor little things.”   “How do you get so lucky to have two of them dropped off,” I said.Continue reading “Yuri Andropov (you’re a drop-off), with Puppies on Board”

When do You Say When

D. E. Larsen, DVM Nessie came out from under the feed rack, shaking her head vigorously as the small rat hung limply from her mouth. Nessie was a small, straw-colored Cairn Terrier.  “That’s the way to get ‘em,” Ayers hollered as Nessie discarded the dead rat and ran up the hill toward us. Ayers laughedContinue reading “When do You Say When”