So we’ve been together for what, twenty, thirty years at this blog? And we’ve had some good times. I think we have a pretty strong understanding of each other by now. For example, you know how I feel about kindness and human decency and all, and how I generally frown upon happiness, rainbows and puppies. It’s just who I am. It’s what makes this relationship work.
You all might recall how I have close ties to Nashville. My grandparents met on the campus of Vanderbilt. I was by my beloved grandfather’s side through hospice in Nashville and my grandmother still lives in Belle Meade, which was one of the places hardest struck in the recent floods.
My grandmother was just fine. Her power was out but she informed us through a neighbor’s cell phone that she was fine and had enough gin to last her a week. She was lucky.
(Awww, is hims a good boy? Yes hims is! Lookit his soulful eyes, lookit!)
Stevie is a blind puppy rescued from the Nashville floods who needs help with his vet bills to see if something can be done for his vision.
That’s right. He’s a blind flood puppy.
Let me repeat that:
And I’m not SAYING that if you are not moved by a BLIND FLOOD PUPPY that your heart is made of stone and you’ll probably die alone and miserable, your sad, unmourned corpse left to putrify unnoticed until the gas man reports an odd smell, but I’m not going to argue too strong against the people who would.
I know I’m just a random person on the internet, and I know until I appeared in New York Magazine a bunch of you thought I was a figment of a bunch of drag queen imaginations, so you’ve got no reason to do me any favors. Still, I would count it as a personal solid, mitzvah and blessing, whatever, if you could do what you can for this sweet little puppy from a town that means so much to me.
Please click here to find out more about Stevie and donate as generously as you can.
Everyone who donates to Stevie and fowards me their PayPal receipt to plumcake at shoeblogs.com will receive a hand-written note of thanks from me if you provide a mailing address.