Financial Aid

D. E. Larsen, DVM I looked hard at the man seated behind the desk.  His dark hair was fading into a grizzled gray. His oversized nose had a mass of red pimples. I suspect it was Rosacea. The wrinkles in his face were smoothed a bit by its puffiness. His large ears actually added balanceContinue reading “Financial Aid”

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”

Wooden Tongue

 D. E. Larsen, DVM The old cow was in the middle of the corral as I pulled up. Her head was extended, and her tongue protruded a bit from her open mouth. Saliva hung from her mouth in long, thick streams that nearly reached the ground. I stepped out of the truck, pulled on aContinue reading “Wooden Tongue”