A Few Precious Hours, From the Archives

D. E. Larsen, DVM   I launched the drift boat at the Rock Creek Campground boat ramp. After parking the pickup and trailer. The kids decide that they need to run back to the camp for one last item.    “Okay,” I said, “I will pull the boat down by the camp and wait forContinue reading “A Few Precious Hours, From the Archives”

The Mangy Squirrel

The Mangy Squirrel  D. E. Larsen, DVM “Bill is out front and wants to talk with you,” Sandy said. Bill was waiting nervously at the front counter when I stepped out of the back. He motioned toward an exam room with a questioning expression on his face.  “Sure, let’s step into an exam room, Bill.”Continue reading “The Mangy Squirrel”

The Camping Trip that Wasn’t

D. E. Larsen, DVM I stood up to peddle harder as the last half mile was steeper. I wished I had one of those new bicycles with gears to shift. When the advertisement said you sell to your neighbors, they didn’t remind you that your neighbors were two miles away, uphill. At 12 years ofContinue reading “The Camping Trip that Wasn’t”