The Alarm 

D. E. Larsen, DVM Pulling up to the clinic on Sunday morning, I looked hard at the front door. There was something odd stuck in the glass. As I stepped out of the car, I could see it was a large rock. “There is a large rock stuck in the front door’s glass,” I saidContinue reading The Alarm 

It’s a Wire Cut 

D. E. Larsen, DVM The phone rang a second time. I looked at Sandy and Dixie, but they made no move to answer it. I looked at the clock. It said five fifteen. The phone rang a third time this Friday afternoon. “It’s a wire cut,” I said as I reached for the phone. “HowContinue reading It’s a Wire Cut 

Willow

 D. E. Larsen, DVM  I could see Willow sitting in the reception area. As always, she was aloft to all that was happening around her. Willow was a natural hunting dog, a Drahthear, a German wirehaired pointer. She was getting older now and had mellowed with age. She was very self-confident, like all the largerContinue reading “Willow”