Where is the Volar Pouch, from the Archives

D. E. Larsen, DVM   Dr. Adams was a massive man, both in his physique and in his professional reputation. He was not tall, less than six feet, but very muscular. His rugged facial features made him appear to have a scowl on his face in the best of times. In those moments, when heContinue reading “Where is the Volar Pouch, from the Archives”

On the Wheel with a Broken Wheel, From the Archives

D. E. Larsen, DVM Pat was standing at the counter, clutching a shoebox in her hands. “I know we impose on your generosity, Dr. Larsen,” she said. “But the class is heartbroken over Blossom. Can you get a look at her?” “Don’t feel like you’re imposing, Pat,” I said. “I see all the classroom petsContinue reading “On the Wheel with a Broken Wheel, From the Archives”

Moose’s Escape

D. E. Larsen, DVM Office hours on Saturday mornings were always the same in the summer. If the sun shined, half the appointment never showed up. But you could be sure that the last appointment would make it. “Everyone is headed to the lake this morning,” I said. “The last four appointments have been no-shows.Continue reading “Moose’s Escape”