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”

The Siberian Mouse Hound, From the Archives

D. E. Larsen, DVM George and Smudge waddled through the door together. Smudge was some sort of a Dachshund mix. Smudge had a long body, broad shoulders, and legs that were just long enough to keep an oversized belly from dragging on the ground. “What are you two in to see the doctor for today,”Continue reading “The Siberian Mouse Hound, From the Archives”

Fleeing the Flea, From the Archives

D. E. Larsen, DVM It is another hot August day in Sweet Home, and fleas are eating most of the dogs alive. Returning from lunch, I could see that Dixie had started the sprinkler on the roof already. That helped keep the clinic cool. The water would run hot, coming off the roof. Joseph wasContinue reading “Fleeing the Flea, From the Archives”