One Little Screech, From the Archives

D. E. Larsen, DVM Sandy pulled into our driveway and parked. The kids all piled out of the car and head for the house. Sandy followed with a sack of groceries. “Mom hit an owl,” Brenda said as soon as she came through the door. “It just swooped down and ran right into the car,”Continue reading “One Little Screech, From the Archives”

Know What You Know 

D. E. Larsen, DVM Sandy came back to the treatment room and leaned against the door jam. I knew her well enough to know that her stance meant bad news. “Sue is on the phone,” Sandy said. “She has been trying to get her Dobermans to breed, and her male will show no interest. SheContinue reading “Know What You Know “