One Sore Foot

D. E. Larsen, DVM It was the middle of August, and we hadn’t seen any rain in weeks. You could almost taste the dust in this small pasture. Bill Sieg looked down at me. “Do you think he will fit in the chute?” Bill asked. “I haven’t tried to put him in it yet.” WeContinue reading “One Sore Foot”

The Terrible Breech, From the Archives

D. E. Larsen, DVM “Doc, this is Peter, out on Brush Creek,” Peter says on the phone. “I have been working on trying to pull this calf for two hours now. I am not getting anywhere. Do you have time to run out here and give me a hand?” “Sure, I can come right away,”Continue reading “The Terrible Breech, From the Archives”

It’s Her Job, From the Archives

D. E. Larsen, DVM I stepped out of the crowding ally quickly as Ervin released the cow that I had just checked. The next cow was charging down the alley with Ella right on her heels. Ella was a middle-aged Border Collie. She had been on the farm enough years to know her job well.Continue reading “It’s Her Job, From the Archives”