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”

Jerd 

D. E. Larsen, DVM Peggy was lying on the kitchen floor and reaching as far as possible under the wood cookstove.  “I can almost reach him,” Peggy said. “Leave him alone. He will just scratch you,” I said. “Jerd doesn’t like us.” Jerd was our grandmother’s cat. He was a short-haired, white cat with oneContinue reading “Jerd “

There is Gold in Them Hills, From the Archives

D. E. Larsen, DVM It was 11:10, and Bob should be coming through the door any minute. He was sort of the highlight of our morning in the office. Bob had been our Postman ever since the office opened. He was older, probably getting close to retirement, but he was a joy to talk with.Continue reading “There is Gold in Them Hills, From the Archives”