Harry's place more than just typical veterinarian's call
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HARRY moved to Sweet Home to take in his four grandchildren.
"Hi Doc, I'm glad you could come this morning," Harry said as he stepped out of the mobile home into the morning mist. "I have a couple of new calves with diarrhea. They are still up and around, but I don't want to take a chance on losing them."
A couple of young girls followed Harry out of the house as he motioned me toward a small shed down the trail. The morning mist was getting heavier, almost a light rain, and there was still some fog that hung over the river.
Harry was an older man than I, probably in his 50s. Tall with thick dark hair that had just a touch of gray. His features were...
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