One Bite Deserves Another

D. E. Larsen, DVM “Doc, I know it’s late, but Rex is hurt pretty bad,” Reese said into the phone. “What’s going on with him, Reese?” I asked. Reese was an old rancher. He still worked a few cows, but his son did most of the hard work now. Reese was a big man, bigContinue reading “One Bite Deserves Another”

A Quilter’s Quilt

D. E. Larsen, DVM When I first started practice in Enumclaw, Joyce was a frequent visitor at the clinic. She was an attractive young lady who was a client but usually just visited with the girls in the office. When I had free time, she always seemed to want to talk with me about aContinue reading “A Quilter’s Quilt”

Another Witch, Another February

D. E. Larsen, DVM I turned into the old farm’s long driveway off of Cochran Creek Road, north of Brownsville. I had been here only a couple of times before. The farm did have some character, with an old barn nestled up against a hillside, and an old trailer not far from the barn thatContinue reading “Another Witch, Another February”

The Perfect Shot

D. E. Larsen, DVM I thumbed through the journal, scanning the pages for something interesting before discarding it onto the pile on my desk. I seldom read anything cover to cover, but I could rapidly review the pages and pick out any interesting articles. Those articles I could quickly scan a little closer in aContinue reading “The Perfect Shot”

It’s Her Job

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”