When do You Say When

D. E. Larsen, DVM Nessie came out from under the feed rack, shaking her head vigorously as the small rat hung limply from her mouth. Nessie was a small, straw-colored Cairn Terrier.  “That’s the way to get ‘em,” Ayers hollered as Nessie discarded the dead rat and ran up the hill toward us. Ayers laughedContinue reading “When do You Say When”