D. E. Larsen, DVM Growing up, dinner time just happened. Mom would have the table set for dinner when we would come in from the barn after the evening milking. There was never a discussion of what was for dinner. Mom did all that, and you ate what was on the table or went hungry.Continue reading “What’s for Dinner”
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Memoirs of a Country Vet 