Being a junkyard dog isn't everything it used to be. Back the Little Rascals days, there was some cachet to the job. Now, between burglars throwing sedative-laced steaks to you, and minor league baseball teams being named after you, it's hardly worth the effort to get up and bark at the occasional passing photographer.
This dog was photographed in Chicago's meat packing district.
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