My Father the Veterinarian
He could deliver a stubborn calf, calm a frantic pet owner, and end a women's club Kool-Aid feud with a single line. His son was there for most of it.
In 1961, a young veterinarian opened a clinic in the back of a big house on Main Street in Hillsboro, Ohio. For the next thirty years, the clinic door never really closed, and the stories kept walking through it.
There was the neighbor who called the police to report that someone was stealing her snow. There was the state trooper who wrote Dad a ticket and became a lifelong friend. There were two clients who tape-recorded the "intruders" in their house and caught only themselves. And there was a brand-new pickup that set a wheat field on fire, a lost surgical needle that turned up at the worst possible moment, and a standoff with a bull, a trapped farm girl, and a boy with a slingshot.
The author is the eldest son, who rode along on farm calls and worked in the clinic beside his father. His stories are warm, funny, and sometimes startling: a true account of a country vet, a close-knit family, and the colorful small-town characters who filled their days.
If you love James Herriot, or you remember when the local doctor knew everyone by name, pull up a chair. You're going to like this man.
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