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 “

Hallowed Ground, Prefaced, From the Archives

Preface   I have posted this story before on this blog, but it is the most fitting story I have for a Memorial Day post. It speaks to the tremendous sacrifice suffered from a small group of farm families living along the banks of Catching Creek, a small tributary to the Coquille River. I grewContinue reading “Hallowed Ground, Prefaced, From the Archives”