It’s a Hard Job

 D. E. Larsen, DVM I was finishing up in the surgery room when Sandy entered the room.  “You have Pat in the exam room,” Sandy said. “She is worried that her new kittens are dying.” “Tell her I will be just a couple of minutes,” I said. “I just have to clean up a bit.”Continue reading “It’s a Hard Job“

Many Fish to Catch

D. E. Larsen, DVM Stan pulled into our driveway on his way home from work. I was in the garage and greeted him as he stepped out of his pickup. “Hi, Stan, what’s up this afternoon,” I said as I shook his hand. “Dave, you know I have a little fish pond up at myContinue reading “Many Fish to Catch”

The Hands Tell the Story

D. E. Larsen, DVM The photo above is of my mother’s family, and this picture is an icon of the Davenport family.  It was taken on September 19, 1934, the day before my mother’s marriage. Mom is seated next to my grandfather.  I have looked at this picture multiple times in almost every year ofContinue reading “The Hands Tell the Story”