When Marlene M. took on her first ASPCA foster dog, a white ball of fluff named Curly Sue, she didn’t know that Curly Sue would soon become a “foster failure.”
“I was fostering her for about three months and of course, she grew on me, as well as my cats—they all got along so well,” Marlene says. “Her personality started to come out, she became less shy and started asserting herself with the other animals.”
When it came time to part with Curly Sue so that she could be made available for adoption at the ASPCA Adoption Center in Manhattan, Marlene says she felt very protective of her, and wanted to make sure Curly Sue found an excellent adopter. It didn’t take long for Marlene to decide the perfect place for Curly Sue was in her own home.
Marlene says the adoption process was easy because of her familiarity with Curly Sue’s history, experience caring for her, and first-hand knowledge of her personality quirks. Curly Sue couldn’t be happier with her new family.
“She sticks by my side wherever I go,” Marlene says. “She and the cats get along well; the cats are bigger than she is, but she keeps them in their place if they try to run over her! I recently took her on a road trip to Michigan, a 13-hour drive, and she had a blast exploring new territory.”
We’re thrilled that Curly Sue’s foster placement turned into a wonderful forever home. If you live in New York City and think you might be a good fit for a foster animal, please read more about the ASPCA foster program.
Kathy M. shared the following story with us about meeting and adopting a lively cat named Harmony at the ASPCA Adoption Center in Manhattan, and how Harmony has expressed her mischievous personality each and every day since.
In March 2011, I took a trip to the ASPCA Adoption Center in New York City to adopt a cat. I had lost my beloved kitty, Oliver, about a month earlier, and I was looking for another kitty companion to love. My friend Michelle, who had also loved Oliver, accompanied me to the Adoption Center.
Michelle spotted Harmony before I did and pointed her out to me. I looked and saw a beautiful black and brown female tabby with lively, alert eyes. A volunteer showed us other cats as well, but when we saw a group of people looking at Harmony, Michelle and I both had an "Uh oh!" moment. I decided nobody else was going to have MY cat!
I had another slight "Uh oh!" moment when the front desk volunteers told me that Harmony had aggressive play habits. She was only eight months old, smack in the middle of feline adolescence, and teenage cats can be as obnoxious as teenage humans. By that time, I was hooked—I had fallen in love with Harmony and was going to take her home, no matter what.
The volunteers did not exaggerate. Life with Harmony has been an adventure. She is very smart, and eager to find some creative ways to make mischief.
As she grew older, her personality has mellowed. It must have helped to know she’s in a place where she is loved and appreciated for the lively, intelligent little being that she is.
Harmony is smart, very funny and full of personality and love. I'm so happy to have her in my life, and I think she feels the same way about me.
During a trip to New York City, Bill H. and his family decided to adopt a dog at the ASPCA Adoption Center. Lex, now named Sandy, was one of many animals rescued in the aftermath of Hurricane Sandy in October 2012. Bill shared the following story with us about Sandy’s happy new life in Pennsylvania:
Adopting Sandy was a product of luck, timing and coincidence. Denise, my wife, and I were visiting New York City with our daughter Amanda, and stayed at a hotel next door to the APSCA. As we walked by, Amanda’s first question was, “Can we get another cat?”
We saw a couple of dogs that Amanda and I liked, but Denise was not sold—that is until she saw Sandy. Our introduction to Sandy involved a great deal of barking, but she became very happy and her tail began wagging like crazy upon seeing ASPCA staff. A potential adopter was visiting with Sandy, so we decided to come back the next day. We decided that Sandy was a good fit for us, and we hoped we were a good fit for her.
From that point on, Sandy has been nothing but happy surprises. She got into our car and sat on Denise’s lap for the whole ride back to Pennsylvania. We learned at the Adoption Center that Sandy might take a little longer to warm up to men. When we got home, I was sitting on our deck while Sandy explored. After a few minutes, she walked up to me, licked my face, and then rolled over and sprawled out, waiting for her me to pet her belly. Sandy also became fast friends with my 20-year-old son, Zack.
We have had a few people in and out of the house since Sandy's arrival, and she has reacted to them with varying degrees of wariness, but has warmed up to each. We host a large deck party every year, and struggled with what to do with Sandy during the party. We decided if she became uncomfortable, we would put her in our room. The best part of the party was how Sandy handled everything. In the beginning, she stuck by me or Zack. By the end of the night Sandy was "working" the party, "introducing" herself to various guests and letting them know she expected to have her belly rubbed if they were deemed lucky enough to get the "rollover."
Amber G. had seen nearly all of the adoptable cats at the ASPCA Adoption Center in Manhattan one October day in 2011 and feared she might leave empty-handed. But lucky for Diamond, a cat with special needs, Amber decided to check out one more room of cats before heading home.
“When I went into the room and sat on the floor, Diamond just got into my lap like it was the most natural thing in the world, and curled up to purr and sleep,” Amber says.
Diamond was classified as an “over-groomer,” which meant that she tended to groom herself so much that she was bald in many places.
“The vet told me they hadn't discovered the cause, but she might need medicine in the future,” Amber says. “He said, ‘Who knows? Maybe she just needs a loving home,’ and it turns out that was true.”
Over time, Amber has learned that Diamond, now called Frita, becomes stressed when she’s lonely. Lucky for Frita, there is plenty of companionship to go around in Amber’s home.
“Almost two years later, she is no longer bald and will be by my side from now until forever,” Amber says. “Frita now sleeps in a king size bed, likes tuna treats, and loves to play with toy mice.”
We’re so glad that Amber persevered to adopt a kitty that day at the Adoption Center, and it’s safe to say that Frita feels the same way!
The story of how Betsy M. came to be the guardian of three Dachshunds and the story of how she met her husband, Jamie, are intertwined. It all began in the early 1980s when Betsy decided to adopt two Dachshund puppies from a coworker. She named them Schatzie and Schmoozie. After one of the pups came over and rested his paw on her knee, she was easily persuaded to take not one, but two of the dogs home to her New York City apartment.
One day, while Betsy and her mother were walking along Second Avenue with Schatzie and Schmoozie, a man driving by stopped and said he had just seen a larger Dachshund at the ASPCA Adoption Center with the same coloring as the puppies and suggested Betsy go see her. After calling the ASPCA to inquire about the dog, Betsy scraped together all the money she had and set out to adopt her. She decided to keep her original name, Annie.
The first few days with Annie were rough. Betsy stayed home from work to monitor the introductions, and Annie got in spats with both Schatzie and Schmoozie. After a few days, Betsy had no choice but to return to work, and she feared what she might find when she returned home that evening. To her surprise, all three dogs were snuggled up together.
One evening soon after, Betsy was at a party when she met a British man named Jamie. After hearing about her furry friends, Jamie invited Betsy to tea at his apartment, and suggested she bring her dogs. She decided to take Annie along, and upon entering Jamie’s apartment, Annie made herself right at home on Jamie’s couch. Betsy and Jamie married a year later in 1983, and Betsy says she feels sure that Annie played a significant role in bringing the two together.
Decades have passed, and Betsy and Jamie are still together. Furry friends have come and gone from their lives since those first three Dachshunds, but Betsy is still thankful for Schatzie, Schmoozie and Annie. She says having the dogs changed her life.