• The Junk Yard •

The only remaining junkyard in New York City, rather known as the Canine Yard. Like any junk yard, this dump is surrounded by a six foot tall metal chain-link fence, with curled barbed wires sitting on top of every fence section. The gate into here has been long gone, broken by some mischevious dogs. This is a popular place to come not only because of some of the junk that actually might be comfortable, but the heap of thousands of deceased dogs, the older ones rotting, while the newer bodies might still have some meat on their bones. This pile, is exactly why humans don't come here, unless they're dropping off more water-soaked bodies. Of course, not all dogs resort to cannabilism, their friend may have died, and they've come to mourn, maybe with that particular dog's mother or father. Existing amongst the pile of dogs, is ordinary things you would find in a junk yard, ripped sofas, some garbage, and an extreme delacacy to dogs now, grass clippings. How will you spend your day at the Junk Yard?