This is me, Bob!    I am an Official Blood Donor.     Are you all just so PROUD of me?   Me, Bob?    I wanted to tell you all about the fact that I was going to go and be temperment tested by the wonderful ladies who help with Eastern Veterinary Blood Bank, but my Mom suggested I might want to wait until AFTER I was approved, in case I failed the test miserably.

But ---- Ha and Yipee.    I am APPROVED and so the very next time that the people from EVBB come to set up their operations at Dog Day Afternoon in our town of Leesburg, I will be there, bright and early, ready to donate my blood.  In line.   That will be me.  Bob.   Your Reporter Extraordinary and now: Blood Donor Bob!  Jumping for Joy Bob.....that would be me.  Right here!

                                                       

So let me tell you about Eastern Veterinary Blood Bank and my own personal story as to why I BELIEVE in dogs donating blood!

When I was just a tiny, tiny baby (nine weeks old, and right after I came to live with my Mom, Patti and my new sister, Lydia), I ingested some RAT POISON!     This is a caution to all new puppy owners, or old dog owners, or anyone who has not lived in their home since the moment it was built.

Right after I came to live here, my Mom noticed I had my nose in a little hole in the kitchen baseboard.   She pulled me out and corrected me, but soon, I stuck my nose in the hole, one more time.   After Mom pulled me out for the third time, she stuffed a towel in the hole and sort of forgot about it.   For the next week, it appeared that I was a very calm puppy (very unlike our baby, Lily).   Then it seemed everything happened at once.   It was a Saturday, my sister was on vacation, and Mom was very busy but she noticed that all I wanted to do was sleep, so she RUSHED me to BlueRidge Vet and the next thing you know Dr. Peterson was thinking I had gotten into Rat Poison, I was hooked up to all sorts of machines and in came Dr. Peterson's very own dog - a girlie-girl boxer who gave blood all the time!    Fortunately she and I matched up and she kindly gave me two bodies worth of blood.  Mom says those are called transfusions!

When I was sorta out of the woods (one of those "who knows what it means" remarks, since we live in the woods, so how could I be out of the woods?)....Mom went searching and she remembered that little hole in the kitchen.    She laid down on  her stomach and by really stuffing her arm in the hole she was able to reach to the very back and found a very, very old box of something called D-Con.     Everyone said later that it was fortunate the box was about 15 years (or more) old and pushed to the very back, because I only ate a tiny bit of those nasty green pellets and it was not very "active".        At the time, my Mom told EVERYONE to search and search if they lived in an OLD house and make sure there was nothing in their homes that could be harmful to their pet!  It was all very scary.

Now I'm all grown up, and as you know, I am very healthy.    I eat right, I play a lot, I dance when I want to (to keep my stress level down) and I try to always be a good dog.     I have important work to do, but I know the value of play.     That's me.   Bob.       

Every dog that participates in the Eastern Veterinary Blood Bank donor program is a VOLUNTEER dog doing IMPORTANT WORK.
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   And guess what they used as a "thank you for laying so nicely on the table treat"?  My favorite!  Peanut Butter!

I don't want to speak badly of the EVBB ladies, but I did want to let them know that I prefer Super-Chunk Skippy over the runny, creamy kind of PB.   Oh and they had a pretty nice pillow for me to lay my head on, but it isn't as nice as my own pillow, so I'll be coming to my first donation with my own jar of peanut butter, my own pillow, my favorite blankie and a few donuts for afterwards.      You know that people get orange juice and cookies after they give blood?      I like Donuts much better than cookies, so I'm bringing my own.   

So I'm all prepared and waiting for my call to duty!

Brave Bob,
The Donor Dog