One Bite Deserves Another

D. E. Larsen, DVM “Doc, I know it’s late, but Rex is hurt pretty bad,” Reese said into the phone. “What’s going on with him, Reese?” I asked. Reese was an old rancher. He still worked a few cows, but his son did most of the hard work now. Reese was a big man, bigContinue reading “One Bite Deserves Another”

Another Witch, Another February

D. E. Larsen, DVM I turned into the old farm’s long driveway off of Cochran Creek Road, north of Brownsville. I had been here only a couple of times before. The farm did have some character, with an old barn nestled up against a hillside, and an old trailer not far from the barn thatContinue reading “Another Witch, Another February”

It’s Her Job

D. E. Larsen, DVM I stepped out of the crowding ally quickly as Ervin released the cow that I had just checked. The next cow was charging down the alley with Ella right on her heels. Ella was a middle-aged Border Collie. She had been on the farm enough years to know her job well.Continue reading “It’s Her Job”

Where is the Volar Pouch

D. E. Larsen, DVM   Dr. Adams was a massive man, both in his physique and in his professional reputation. He was not tall, less than six feet, but very muscular. His rugged facial features made him appear to have a scowl on his face in the best of times. In those moments, when heContinue reading “Where is the Volar Pouch”

Several Days in February

D. E. Larsen, DVM I looked for a spot in the trunk for my bag. There were six of us stuffed into the sedan for our trip to Nebraska. My bet was, I was the only one who had been in the military. You didn’t need to bring your entire wardrobe for a one weekContinue reading “Several Days in February”