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”

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”

Buffy and Harry, from the Archives

D. E. Larsen, DVM Harry’s car pulled up to the clinic’s front and bumped hard into the curb in the diagonal parking space. One wheel of the vehicle almost coming up on the curb.  Watching out the window, Joleen said, “It looks like Harry has been drinking too much again.” Harry stepped out of theContinue reading “Buffy and Harry, from the Archives”