The Camping Trip that Wasn’t

D. E. Larsen, DVM I stood up to peddle harder as the last half mile was steeper. I wished I had one of those new bicycles with gears to shift. When the advertisement said you sell to your neighbors, they didn’t remind you that your neighbors were two miles away, uphill. At 12 years ofContinue reading “The Camping Trip that Wasn’t”

A Bear in the Backyard

D. E. Larsen, DVM Odie, our Chesapeake Bay Retriever, stepped out the door onto the covered patio. His nose in the air, he sniffed the air. He made a muffled “woof,” he knew the bear was there, he stood watchfully, waiting. I noticed Odie’s behavior. It was quite different than his usual bold bounce intoContinue reading “A Bear in the Backyard”

A Few Precious Hours

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”