Karl has an incredible story of good fortune, hope, and transformation. Driving down a busy street in Los Angeles, our founder Clayton saw a malnourished, matted, sad little creature walking down the street foraging for scraps of food. In the middle of traffic, he parked his car, walked over and picked up this little guy and put him into his car. This dog was taken to the vet and was found to have no microchip, no collar, and seemed to be roaming the streets for some time. He came back to The Last House, was given food, a bath, haircut and the residents decided he should be named Karl. The rest is history. This pocket sized ball of fluff has the biggest heart, and the most precious eyes. Sometimes he acts out, and walks on the dining room table or the computer desk, but make no mistake, this dog is truly loved by our house. Karl is the best of friends any resident could have.
