By : Zahava Katz-Perlish She was a familiar sight to passersby walking past the yard in North Chicago , and to those who drove through the narrow alley where she sometimes wandered, unaware of the danger. A long red cable was fastened around her neck and, if you looked carefully, you’d see its other end tied to a tree trunk, defining her small world. Beside the tree stood a bare wooden doghouse, bereft of comfort, and above its opening her name was painted in bright colors: Lazy . Origin —...