Ruger’s HItchhikers

D. E. Larsen, DVM The little shepherd pup was lying with his neck extended and head flat on the exam table, and he did not budge when I entered the room. Kris was seated in a chair, but her two boys stood at the table with the pup. “Which one of these guys are weContinue reading “Ruger’s HItchhikers”

Cookie’s Litter, From the Archives

D. E. Larsen, DVM “Dr. Larsen, This is Maude, from Brownsville,” Maude said into the phone. “Cookie, my best milk goat, is about ready to deliver. She is so large that she has been down for two days. Can I bring her up to your place so you can look at her?” “That’s fine, Maude,Continue reading “Cookie’s Litter, From the Archives”


D. E. Larsen, DVM Peggy was lying on the kitchen floor and reaching as far as possible under the wood cookstove.  “I can almost reach him,” Peggy said. “Leave him alone. He will just scratch you,” I said. “Jerd doesn’t like us.” Jerd was our grandmother’s cat. He was a short-haired, white cat with oneContinue reading “Jerd “