The Burrito

 D. E. Larsen, DVM The rain stopped as I turned off the highway onto Wiley Creek Road. I was disappointed that the twilight was fading fast. I would cross the creek at the falls where the old Wiley mill had been located. A short distance up the road, I turned onto the side road thatContinue reading “The Burrito”

The Terrible Breech, From the Archives

D. E. Larsen, DVM “Doc, this is Peter, out on Brush Creek,” Peter says on the phone. “I have been working on trying to pull this calf for two hours now. I am not getting anywhere. Do you have time to run out here and give me a hand?” “Sure, I can come right away,”Continue reading “The Terrible Breech, From the Archives”

The Birds and The Bees and Bassett Puppies, From the Archives

D. E. Larsen, DVM   We had just finished dinner and were supervising the girls as they cleaned up the dinner table when the telephone rang.  Good evening, Doc,” Sandi said into the phone. “I hope you have finished dinner. Betty has been pushing for about 3 hours. She has broken some water, but thereContinue reading “The Birds and The Bees and Bassett Puppies, From the Archives”