Gus and Blackie, From the Archives

D. E. Larsen, DVM We watched as Blackie hurried across Main Street, almost in the crosswalk and with no regard for the traffic light, his long leash trailing behind him. Blackie was a Dachshund cross, solid black in color, and the structure of a Dachshund.  Blackie was always in the lead and always seemed toContinue reading “Gus and Blackie, From the Archives”

Splints for Scruffy 

D. E. Larsen, DVM Hugh and I were walking out to the small pig pen beside their small barn. The pen held a large sow with a litter of eleven piglets about five weeks old. The reason I was here was because now there were only ten piglets. One had been found dead this morning.Continue reading “Splints for Scruffy “

Room for Three 

D. E. Larsen, DVM We were just finishing up with the morning’s surgeries when Sandy popped her head in the surgery room door. “Dr. French is here with Willow,” Sandy said. “He doesn’t have an appointment, but I told him I was sure you would work them into your schedule. You’re the doctor, but itContinue reading “Room for Three “