Wooden Tongue

 D. E. Larsen, DVM The old cow was in the middle of the corral as I pulled up. Her head was extended, and her tongue protruded a bit from her open mouth. Saliva hung from her mouth in long, thick streams that nearly reached the ground. I stepped out of the truck, pulled on aContinue reading “Wooden Tongue”

Hold the Horse Down

D. E. Larsen, DVM  Mike was sitting behind the desk in the large animal hospital, his standard position during every one of our weeks of night duty at Colorado State University. “Mike, you seem to like the desk job,” I said. “Naw, not so much. I just need the experience of talking to people onContinue reading “Hold the Horse Down”

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”