One balmy afternoon on Knickerbocker Av L 112, we opened the apparatus door. Without hesitation and in a flash a white chihuahua came charging in like he owned the joint. We looked up and down the street for it's owner, but there was no one in sight, this dog just appeared! Well of course we fed him and groomed him. And then in the very fine tradition of Knickerbocker firehouse someone took out the black shoe polish and gave him spots. Presto! We now had a "toy" dalmation. After a few hours he took off again, had enough of our shenanigans. I often wondered what he owners thought when they saw Sparky back home.