Near the Brooklyn/Queens waterfront, in the midst of an industrial wasteland of junkyards, warehouses, and auto body shops, there lies preserved in time, the Onderdonk house, and standing guard at the door this old dog.When I first walked past him his head slowly rose, he mustered a bark or two, and then exhausted from the exertion, and his duty having been done, lowered it down onto his paws and went back to sleep.
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