D E Larsen DVM
The clinic was quiet when Joan burst through the door.
A regular client, she was a trim young lady in her mid-30s. She had Zack, a young springer spaniel, with her.
Today she was covered in blood – large splotches on her blouse and jeans and spatters on her face that extended into her blond hair.
“I need a hand, quick,” Joan said. “Zack is in the car and losing a…