We had done our homework. Scott and I met at the Barnes and Noble on 5th and 46th Street halfway between our offices at lunch for a week straight. They had a whole section of big, shiny coffee table books on dog breeds. Costing upwards of $100 or more and many of them too big to lug all the way back to Brooklyn, we opted instead to become one of those people who used the bookstore as their own public library. I swear we saw a guy put a bookmark in a novel once when he returned it to the shelf.

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