Ruger’s HItchhikers

D. E. Larsen, DVM The little shepherd pup was lying with his neck extended and head flat on the exam table, and he did not budge when I entered the room. Kris was seated in a chair, but her two boys stood at the table with the pup. “Which one of these guys are weContinue reading “Ruger’s HItchhikers”

Blood Please, Fill Her Up

D. E. Larsen, DVM She came through the door in a rush, a young girl, probably in her early twenties, with a very limp, pale orange tabby cat in her arms.  She stopped at the counter. “I need to see the vet. This is an emergency,” she said, visibly trying to maintain her self control.Continue reading “Blood Please, Fill Her Up”