Lefty

In early 2016 the Humane Society hosted an event at our work featuring about shelter dogs with the hopes they would get adopted. After a long day in the factory I thought nothing would be better than playing with some dogs before the long commute home. I texted Sara and told her why I would be late.

90 minutes later she had put a hold fee on a dog through the San Francisco SPCA. Sara found her through their webpage. A young bitch that had her front right leg amputated a couple of days prior.

We drove up to the City the next morning - we needed to meet her and she needed to meet Koufax. She warmed up to us immediately. It naturally helped that we had handfuls of treats and kept passing them though an opening in the glass wall that separated us. We would later refer to this opening as a “glory hole” because from Lefty’s point of view that hole was the most glorious thing in the universe.

She did not give Koufax the same first impression. As a matter of fact, she bit his face. I told you she was a young bitch.

We obviously took her home. I was apprehensive but Sara loved her and I trust Sara.
At first it was a colossal mistake. She was not house trained. Certainly not leash trained. And, drank water until she threw up and then would drink more stopping only to pee seconds later. If you didn’t keep an eye on her she would drink out of oil puddles. On and on.

But then …

She hopped her way into my heart.