Friday, January 30, 2015

Friday's Child is Loving and Giving and ABSOLUTELY PRECIOUS!


SUCCESS!!!!!!!!!!!!
Henry and his little boy

 Social Tees says:  It's moments like these that keep us going when things get challenging... which they often do in rescue. We hold onto these messages and memories in our mental treasure box and lovingly bring them out on darker days.  The scruffy little mutt here was adopted just a few days ago and has happily found a boy to call his own.

His new mom says: "Henry (formerly Sonny) is already right at home. True to his foster mom's description, he is most content cuddling next to you and getting a good belly rub. He follows the kids around as they play and has staked out two favorite napping spots around the house.

Henry is loving the snow and according to my 4-year-old son, he likes making snow angels (really, its him romping and rolling around in the snow and doing some kind of funny army crawl with a goofy grin on his face).

Every morning, my 2- year-old daughter excitedly gets out of her crib to go right to Henry and gives him a kiss and she makes sure to end the day the same way.

 We couldn't be happier to have Henry join our family. Thanks to Social Tees and the AMAZING foster care families who so lovingly take care of these babies until they arrive their forever homes!"

Social Tees says:  Thank goodness for fabulous families like Henry's. Thank YOU for providing our rescue dogs with the forever homes they so dearly deserve.


NEW PUPPIES ARE WAITING 
TO MAKE YOU HAPPY!!!!


We have lots of puppies available for adoption now!!! Omg!!!! Get 'em while they're cute!!! Just kidding, they will always be cute lol.

Golden mixes, lab mixes, Schnauzer mixes, and more!! Find details at socialteesnyc.petfinder.com and complete an application at socialteesnyc.org NOW!!!

ELLA THE BOXER 
NEEDS A FOSTER HOME!


Ella is an amazing lady with a heart of good and a strong spirit.

She had it rough for a while where she was used and abused as a breeding machine, but she's been resting up and recovering for a few months and is feeling much better!

She is 5 years old, about 55 lbs, and as absolutely fantastically warm and loving as dogs come. She is friendly with everyone, adores cuddling, walks well on a leash, and NAPS ALL DAY - PERFECT FOR A WRITER!!!  Or anyone else who sits still for long periods of time.

Please give this girl a warm home and lots of cuddles! Fostering starts today and lasts 2 to 4 weeks, pickup is at Social Tees. Email samantha@socialteesnyc.org NOW if you can help!!!


SOCIAL TEES IN THE 
EAST VILLAGE!!!


Come Volunteer!!!

Come Visit!!!!

 Come On In!!!!!




 Social Tees 
325 East 5th Street, NY, NY 10003  
socialteesnyc.org 
www.facebook.com/SocialTeesAnimalRescue

Thursday, January 29, 2015

From a Distance...



No matter where I was coming from, whether it was heartbreaking or hopeful, lovely or just the work of life, the minute I saw that skyline I knew I was home and whole again.


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Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Finding Florence In Her New York


Life goes on.

What was once normal or familiar or home becomes a memory almost out of grasp.  Like trying to remember what the street used to look like before it became a gallery of high-end chains.

But, every once in a while, a homage to Florence bursts out of lost days and a former city.  In this case, a fierce runner, unimpressed and not intimidated by a blizzard, charging down Second Avenue.

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Sunday, January 25, 2015

An Encore of Sunday Memories: When We Were Young*

An encore of the delight  that turning a year older used to bring.  And a thrill that delight has returned.  The new number may be 56 but the glee of being loved and celebrated just like at age five has been the best present ever.



It was our Christmas. And for us it happened twice a year because whoever's birthday it wasn't still got a couple of presents.

a troll doll
a guitar

The rustling of packages being snuck into the house, the sneaking around the closets

a real doll baby
an owl bank

figuring out ways to open the presents without leaving a trace, the desperate wait on the eve of turning older, the early morning rush into the living room or the kitchen to

books
books
books

the pile, the pile, the wonderful wonderful pile of presents, everything we could of wanted or hoped for or wished for and even if it wasn't it was thrilling a day where abundance showered upon us.

a real bra
a tin rolling fish
a microscope

There was no other time during the year this kind and delicious and rich.



*A.A. Milne

Sunday Memories: The Long And Winding Road





The last of this week's series commemorates LoFish Studios which will close in a few days because of a rent increase.

It wasn't just a place for their art to grow, but a place for New Yorkers of every ilk to sing, like the rockers, the hip hoppers, the opera singers, the jazzers.  

And the man who wanted to record a song for his father who had just died.

As El said, there is no other affordable place in New York for that. 


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Friday, January 23, 2015

Friday's Child Is Loving And Giving
And You Deserve That In Your Life


Every day, Goldie and Jupiter keep my heart open just by being fabulous.

 Goldie being fabulous

WANT YOUR OWN FABULOUSNESS???


Whitey is 6 years old and extremely absurdly friendly. He's a total catch, wonderful with everyone!

SUCCESS STORY!!!
YOU'RE NEVER TOO OLD!!!!


Social Tees rescued 10-year-old Kaiser aka Elvis (the darker dog) a few months ago when his former owner was hospitalized.   At the Kaiser had terribly long nails and wretched teeth, and he was very overweight. He had spent almost no time outside for years.

Social Tees placed Kaiser in one of the best foster homes ever had the pleasure of finding where he had time to decompress and socialize and learn to be a dog again. He also had a dental (most of his teeth were rotten so they were removed) and lost loads of weight! Then fate recently helped his forever family find him, and now he has a Dachshund brother named Luddy. 

His new mom says: "Kaiser is great. He's very cute and funny. He has a lot more energy than you might think and acts crazy outside and when we come home from work. He kind of hops with happiness. He cracks us up. He's always loose in the house even if we are not home. 

I feel bad about his teeth, I think he misses them, but he eats canned Natural Balance very easily. Sometimes we have farina together as well. We love him and so does everyone who meets him. He's irresistible. 

You know, he lost his owner who took marginal care of him, went to a great foster home, had a ton of medical stuff done in a short time, then had to leave his foster and come here -- and none of that got him down. 

And because of Social Tees his luck turned and his never failing hope was rewarded. So many dogs everywhere, softly wagging their tails and hanging on to hope. You show fate that a life in trouble doesn't have to stay that way.  I tell people that's what you do; you wrestle with fate until happiness wins. I say, 'Consider adopting that older dog. You won't regret it.'" WOW. Literally choking back tears right now."

NOW'S YOUR CHANCE!!!!


This warm, loving Ridgeback-Greyhound mix was just abandoned because her former owner can no longer care for her. 

She is 7 years old and about 55 lbs. She is a little shy but very sweet.   She's good with other dogs and well mannered.

Please help!!! We can't bare to put her in a cage after she's been through so much. Give this girl a warm place to sleep!!! Fostering starts tonight and lasts 2 to 4 weeks; pickup is at Social Tees; email samantha@socialteesnyc.org NOW if you can help!!!! 

SOCIAL TEES IN THE 
EAST VILLAGE!!!


Come Volunteer!!!

Come Visit!!!!

 Come On In!!!!!



 Social Tees 
325 East 5th Street, NY, NY 10003  
socialteesnyc.org 
www.facebook.com/SocialTeesAnimalRescue

Thursday, January 22, 2015

Duet


This week's series commemorates LoFish Studios which will close at the end of January because of a rent increase.

With just about a month to empty 11 years of heart, soul and song, El and Walter recorded their last album Saturday.  

It wasn't just a place for their art to grow, but a place for New Yorkers of every ilk to sing, like the rockers, the hip hoppers, the opera singers, the jazzers.  

And the man who wanted to record a song for his father who had just died. 

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Tuesday, January 20, 2015

The Sound Of Music


This week's series commemorates LoFish Studios which will close at the end of January because of a rent increase.

With just about a month to empty 11 years of heart, soul and song, El and Walter recorded their last album Saturday.  

It wasn't just a place for their art to grow, but a place for New Yorkers of every ilk to sing, like the rockers, the hip hoppers, the opera singers, the jazzers.  

And the man who wanted to record a song for his father who had just died. 

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Elisabeth grew up in Austria, right by that big hill where Julie Andrews jumps around singing about how the hills are alive with the sound of music.

But Elisabeth didn't need a bunch of Alps to fill the world with everything she feels.  She came to New York, and with her husband, Walter Fishbacher, found other mountains to climb and sing from, and along the way built a studio for others to do the same.


When the Mariner and I slipped in to watch her sing farewell, the walls of that carefully constructed recording studio, sculpted with foam and wood to nourish each note, disappeared and we found ourselves on a endless vista, saying goodbye.

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Sunday, January 18, 2015

Sunday Memories of Stairways To Heaven
And Other Worlds Where Art Thrives


This week's series commemorates LoFish Studios which will close at the end of January because of a rent increase.

With just about a month to empty 11 years of heart, soul and song, El and Walter recorded their last album tonight.  

It wasn't just a place for their art to grow, but a place for New Yorkers of every ilk to sing, like the rockers, the hip hoppers, the opera singers the jazzers.  And the man who wanted to record a song for his father who had just died.


Originally posted Sunday, March 23, 2014

"Awww look at the peeling lead paint," El said.  "I'm going to miss this place."


But the building is about to be sold.

And the studio on the third floor where musicians can record their dreams for a reasonable rate will disappear into massive renovation bringing with it who knows... bars, discos, boutique hotels...places that allow the fantasy of having an after-party for some great work never accomplished.

Sorta like  Disneyland's Pirates of the Caribbean ride.

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Friday, January 16, 2015

Friday's Child is Loving And Giving
Which Is What The World Needs Now


Every day, Goldie and Jupiter keep my heart open just by loving me and giving me cuddles.

photo:  J.L. Wong

O.K. O.K. so maybe they just want to get fed.  Still... what a delicious way to be asked.  And let me tell you, when you're busy feeding cats you're not killing people

LOVE WINS THE DAY!!!!!!

From the guy who adopted Lily!!

Some of you may recognize the giant badass Shih Tzu in this cartoon... This is Lily, an amazingly bright but blind pup that Social Tees rescued last year. The super talented gentleman who adopted her just emailed them this fantastic drawing this morning -- so awesome!!!!



He writes:  "Dear Social Tees, Every year I hand-draw a holiday card, but this year's is very late due to my workload, but I wanted to share it with you because it features Lily! We wouldn't have her without you, so thank you, she means a lot to us. Again, belated Happy New Year, and all the best in 2015."

MORE LOVE LOVE LOVE!!!


The way-too-cute pup with a heart-shaped face in the foreground arrived last month via Social Tees most recent Los Angeles Rescue Mission. He was extremely shy at the time, understandably -- he was found on the streets of LA, tossed in a high-kill shelter there, put on an airplane, and then transported over to Fifth Street. That's a lot for a sensitive little dog to have to go through! His absolutely amazing foster mom gave him all of the time and TLC that he needed, and he slowly but surely blossomed into the loving, grateful little boy that he really is. And wouldn't you know it... his foster mom fell hard and adopted him! 

She says: "Chico's new name is Atticus Finch. As you can see, he has really opened up. He no longer hides, hangs his head, avoids eye contact, or flinches when someone comes close. He will look at everyone and has become a big lover of cuddles. His mischievous side has surfaced, he likes to steal soft fluffy things (kids toys, hats, mittens...) and hide them in his favorite spot; behind all the pillows on my bed. Hope all is well and I look forward to seeing you in the new year!"



WANT MORE LOVE IN YOUR LIFE???

WANT PEACE AND GOOD WILL,  NOT JUST DURING THE HOLIDAYS???

ADOPT! 

FOSTER! 

SUPPORT!!!
 

SOCIAL TEES IN THE 
EAST VILLAGE!!!

Come Volunteer!!!

Come Visit!!!!

 Come On In!!!!!



 Social Tees 
325 East 5th Street, NY, NY 10003  
socialteesnyc.org 
www.facebook.com/SocialTeesAnimalRescue


Thursday, January 15, 2015

Getting Up Close And Personal


Heading out to the North Fork (because that's what you do when rare friendship is involved) it was another chance to Ask.


Daniela looked me straight in the camera and said yes.   Then she smiled like the amazing young woman she was.

Because that's what you do when you are unafraid to look at who you are.

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Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Courage To Change


Jacques of Endless New York would get right up and personal and ask people if he could take a picture.  He got pictures that really piss me off because they are so beautiful and personal and intimate and a world where you could step in and go somewhere private and catch your breath.

photo:  Jacques Baudrier

My worlds where I could step in and go somewhere private are devoid of people.  They are filled with the empty nooks and crannies I wandered in and out of in deep night by myself, wondering about life, liberty and what that office at 2 a.m. was really like.


When it came to taking pictures of people, unless I knew them, knew them very well...


...like Dana or Polly the cat...

...I skulked around and snapped away like I was a spy out of a Peter Sellers movie.  Obviously bad at being sneaky but thinking I was getting away with something.

I'd take pictures from far away...



... or up close on their feet...
 

...or at their backs...


and always of their anonymity.

I hated Jacques.  I hated his camera.  I wanted his pictures.

No, not really.  I adore him.  But jealousy makes us ugly human beings, especially jealousy that really is about Jacques doing something I was quite capable of doing.  Asking.

Ask, Jacques said.  Ask.  He even sent an article defending his case.  By Eric Kim.  Who said... Ask. 

So.  On a miserable winter day, rushing by, I stopped and looked at a living painting.

Oh, just walk by, it doesn't matter, said my cold feet.

No. Ask, said my eyes.

Change is a horrible feeling and risks are worse than getting car sick.

But not doing anything is worst of all.

The tailor smiled, nodded and then went back to work.


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Sunday, January 11, 2015

Sunday Memories of Rare Friendships:
Our Open Pantry, Our Neighborhood


E.V. Grieve announced it first and then the Mariner sent it to me at work.

I couldn't believe it.  We had just gotten coffee there.

As soon as I could, I went in.  The guys working the afternoon shift, whose faces I knew like I knew how the light fell across Second Avenue late in the day,  they didn't know anything more than the sign posted on the door.

After 40 years the Open Pantry was closing.

The nephew would be working tomorrow morning, the guys told me.  I could ask him.

I ran into Ann Marie and Michael coming out of the elevator.  "Open Pantry is closing!" I told them.

"No!"

It was shocking but she had heard they hadn't been doing well.

"Where did you hear that?"

"Robert, the mailman."

E.G. Grieve heard rumors the Pantry just couldn't complete with Starbucks.

Our safe havens, our soft corners, the places we hid in or celebrated in, they are all slipping away,  they are. 

But we are all still here.  We are.

The Open Pantry is closing.   Nothing left to do but love until we say goodbye.  And buy up a fuck-load of coffee.


The Open Pantry
184 Second Avenue
New York City
Openpantryynyc.com

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Friday, January 9, 2015

Friday's Child Is Loving And Giving
And There WhenThe World
Is Running Down

SOCIAL TEES SUCCESS STORY!!!!


From Charlie's parent: "I adopted Charlie in November of 2011. He has been my companion throughout graduate school and moved out to Texas with me! Charlie is the friendliest cat I've ever met and showers me with sweetness everyday. I'm so thankful I took him home. He's my little man."

  
ONE OF SOCIAL TEES MANY RESCUES
 


Neo, the adorable puppy

JOIN THE LOVE!!!! ADOPT!! FOSTER!!!!
  SUPPORT!!!
 


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Come Visit!!!!

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Thursday, January 8, 2015

Rare Friendships: "Yet America is a poem in our eyes..."



When she comes home to visit, we do a lot of sitting together

or watching things together

or being in the same room as we read whatever it is we are reading at the moment together.

Those pauses in between the occasional words exchanged are where all the poems in the world gather to sing her praises.

And when she speaks, I learn more in that second than I could in a year

Like if that piece of writing worked

or how art filled the walls of a museum

or what to say when someone, looking at her name tag, asks her what kind of name that is

"American." she answers.

Five generation of her ancestors dance around her joyously,  and I know what to say when I get asked the same thing.

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Wednesday, January 7, 2015

An Encore In Memorium
For Those Killed At Charlie Hebdo:
Use Your F*#&$*g Words


Originally posted April 16, 2013



10:30 at night, the United Nations still toils



Before my auspicious interview with a famous artist to be his intern, Florence  begged, "Please don't curse. And don't talk about sex."

I'm not sure where she got the idea I talked about sex with strange men who could or could not allow me gainful employment.  I had never slept my way - literally or metaphorically - into any professional commitment.

But the cursing? Perhaps she had forgot lessons learned at the feet of masters, me following her down beaten-up streets as she screamed at me or my father curses more foul and vicious than the shocking comments I sometimes spy on a niece's facebook page or now overhear on nicer streets.

Perhaps her spewing blew off enough steam that she was too tired to make a third attempt at stabbing her husband with the letter opener.  Perhaps it was why she only swung at us with open hands or closed fists, not with knives.

Perhaps, like my dad locking himself behind bedroom doors so he wouldn't destroy us, her cursing allowed her to say what was on her mind and not go to jail for murder.

In the middle of a 12-hour day hammering out words of peace, news came of the bombings at the Boston marathon.

It's tougher to find words than throw punches.  It's harder to curse than to destroy. It takes longer to build than to bomb.

But, if you really want to change the world, use your fucking words, asshole.  Use your fucking words.

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Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Rare Friendships: Coming Home

Yeudi and me
Photo: Jim Burke

Yeudi did the impossible.  She got me to leave town to see her.  At a chicken farm.

O.K. not ON the chicken farm but close enough.

It wasn't just the allure of meeting a real chicken that did it.  It was knowing it had been years and years and years, maybe even decades since she had been fed real food.  

O.K. maybe she had good food but not real food.  If you don't eat whitefish salad or bagels or chopped liver or lox or bialies you become malnourished and forget your name. 

Besides, it had been years and years and years, maybe even decades since we could talk and laugh that laugh that makes stuff come out of your nose.

That's how we talked and laughed when we were baby girls surviving fist fights in the schoolyards of P.S. 110 and J.H.S. 56, or keeping our heads above water inside the walls of our homes, or attempting to stay alive as we tiptoed through the social minefield of the High School of Performing Arts or bumbled through adulthood when we, almost too young to be on our own, lived as roommates.

Nowadays we don't have bullies or pretty girls making our lives hell.   There are other things that encourage a long walk off a short pier.

 the Mariner, Jim and Yeudi cracking up about something
while Dottie hopes for food

These are different days, years and years and years, maybe even decades later.  Somehow Yeudi and me, born a week apart, got husbands and almost-husbands (me) born a bit more than a week apart and when we all sit down to eat real food we laugh and laugh and laugh until we are about to become little snot fountains, (We're all adults now so we can stop before it gets messy).

But in between all that, Yeudi, who holds many memories of those long-ago-days, tells me our stories.  My brain, such a sieve, I startle at her recounting and attempt to coax those times out from the fog that saved me then but has now left me without our history.

Still, these are such different days, years and years and years, maybe even decades later.  We no longer have to keep faces tough, backs straight and fists ready, at least not the way we used to.

Instead, with every word and memory, we get to come home to the heart and soul we always had when we were baby girls on tougher streets than the ones we live on now.

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Sunday, January 4, 2015

Sunday Memories Of An Encore
On Rare Friendships: Yeudi


This week begins a series on that rare friendship where home is rediscovered with every shared word and memory.

Yeudi

Originally posted June 14, 2009


This is how she looks today and it's also exactly how she looked 40 years ago when we met in 5th grade.

She was one of the new girls transferred from PS 134 on East Broadway to PS 110 on Broome Street. She was exotic and worldly and exciting. She was clean and graceful and unwavering.

I was a baby monkey on caffeine. I longed to be her elegant grace. I still do.

I had my first real birthday party at her house (it was a surprise). We suffered through the punches and grabbing and pushing at J.H.S. 56 together (she chased Willie Joe down Pitt Street after he sprayed her hair with Pledge. It was a fierce sight to behold.)

And after that we went on to survived the High School of Performing Arts where the dancers and actresses ruled the boys and us musicians had to be inventive just to be seen. (I gave up and hid in the staircase during lunch for two years.)

We ate, drank, and partied together and at some point in our late teens, maybe early early 20's, we were roommates in my first and only apartment. I still have her lamp, table and the dish, cup and bowl she left behind. She still looks like she lives here when she visits.

But what I remember most and always of Her New York was the day in 6th grade we got back our creative writing assignment. I don't remember what I wrote. But the moment I read hers my life changed. This, I remember thinking, is real writing. This is literature.


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Friday, January 2, 2015

Friday's Child Is Loving And Giving
And The Best Resolution EVER!

This is Your New Dog for Your New Year




This beagle/lab mix has an endearing demeanor and an impossibly adorable muppet-like face.

You can't even tell quite how muppet-like her little features are in this picture, but you can sort of get an idea. In person, it's literally mesmerizing to look her in the eyes. Her cuteness sucks you right in, and her warm personality keeps you hooked. Sasha is about 8 or 9 years old and has spent most of her life living in a sanctuary in the south. While she was well cared for there, this girl deserves to be in a warm bed at night surrounded by a loving family... so we brought her up to The Big Apple in hopes of finally finding her the life she deserves as she enters her golden years.

Sasha's foster mom says: "Sasha has the most gentle disposition of any dog I've ever met combined with a strong, wise soul. She's the one in a pack that exudes maturity, calm, and quiet, adding balance. She reads her audience well and always greets others with the most gentle approach. She is not phased around playful cats or dogs, and she's comfortable in a pack, whether it be humans or animals.

And as unassuming as she is, this girl is coy. She's so alluring to others. Even the biggest dog in the pack gladly takes the floor and gives her his bed to sleep in overnight. She is a charmer! She doesn't jump on furniture or take up much room at all and really just wants a nice furry rug or plush bed to lie in, and a window to see the outdoors. In the apartment, when she wakes from one of her long naps, she slowly and diligently scan the area to make sure all is in order, takes some water, or just finds a new spot to lie down, or a new dog bed to try out.

She is quiet. The only time I've heard a peep is a succession of muffled dreamy 'woofs' is when she is asleep at the side of my bed, where she's laid every night.

She is a slow and steady walking companion in the park and loves long walks. While she has some weakness in her back legs, you would never guess it when she is walking outside. This girl is determined and trots like a show pony with her tail wagging up in the air. She is an attention grabber, for sure. Now we just need one of her admirers to give her a forever stable home!"

INTERESTED IN ADOPTING? Complete an application at socialteesnyc.org!

URGENT!!! 
AWESOME CAT NEEDS 
A FOSTER HOME!!!



This gorgeous Cheshire cat needs a foster home now!!! Ruby is 9 years old and as wonderfully friendly as cats come. She loves to cuddle and be held, and she chirps (not meows!) for affection. She's overweight though and needs to get out of her cage so she can have some gentle exercise. Please help!!! Email samantha@socialteesnyc.org if you can give this girl a temporary home... and some love!!!


HAPPY HAPPY DAY!!!

That little puppy sleeping in a hand is now a big girl!!!

Social Tees rescued Reese fka Vilma this summer when she was just a tiny puppy... so tiny she could sleep in the palm of their hand.  She's about 6 months old now and looking like a gorgeous young lady!!!! 

Her family says: "You can see how much Reese has grown and changed since we adopted her. She is by far one of the most lovable puppies I have ever had. She is a huge daddy's girl and sleeps on my husband's lap all night and then in bed with her head on his shoulder... so spoiled... All the best for the new year, wish I could adopt more. (Maybe someday!)" 

Social Tees says:  "It's always so heartwarming and inspiring to see the abandoned animals we rescue go from rags to riches, flourishing in their forever homes. Happy New Year, Reese and family!!!!


JOIN THE LOVE!!!! ADOPT!! FOSTER!!!!
  SUPPORT!!!


SOCIAL TEES IN THE EAST VILLAGE!!!

Come Volunteer!!!

Come Visit!!!!

 Come On In!!!!! 
Social Tees  
325 East 5th Street, NY, NY 10003  
socialteesnyc.org
www.facebook.com/SocialTeesAnimalRescue