Unlike a typical cemetary our bone yard has no pleasant monuments and tributes to loved ones past. Nope, here we just keep the bones.

Remember anything in this color is still under construction, but feel free to wander around and give us some advice.

Anatomy and medicine

And you thought John Merrick had it rough. There's not enough meat left on these bones to inerest Micheal Jackson. Nevertheless the bones in these piles have been well studied, BEFORE and AFTER they were only bones. After years of "study" on the bones, the Junkyard Dawg has drawn some interesting conclusions.

Death

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The Junkyard Dawg

The boneyard is usually where our Junkyard Dawg can be found. Whistle and he may come a'runnin'. I don't really recommend that tho', he's not always friendly. He's big and he's mangy and he chews through rubber car tires. He can be a friend, but I wouldn't neccesarily pet him, you never know what he's been rolling in. Anyway, if he's not here, he's performing other duties with the dogs in the Dog House.

The Junkyard Dawg's house

Every dog needs a dog house, and this dawg is no exception. Anything that disappears from the junkyard, or anything that should be here but isn't might be in the dawghouse. We're not allowed in there. The junkyard dawg doesn't trust visitors. Sometimes he'll drag something out if he needs it or if you give him some jerky tho'

I saw him drag a big pile of debris in there just this afternoon. Wonder what he's doin'.

Some other dogs have been seen around here. See the full roster of dogs here

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