Recruiting Takes Place In Peoples    
 Yards,  Or Outside Stores, Or With A Bit 
         Of Violence And Trickery.        
                                          
 Throw   The   Fourleggers  Into  A  Van. 
 Decode Them.  Sort Them  By Species  And 
                  Taste.                  
                                          
 Decorate  The  Dog,  Decorate  The  Dogs 
 Mind,  Upsize The  Paws,  Or  The  Whole 
   Creature, Frame A Burroughs Portrait,  
 Sing  A Tune About Being Brought To Your 
 Roads End  And Reborn As Something Else. 
                                          
 You    Can'T   Go    The    Same    Way, 
   Unfortunately, Though Another Path Is  
 Open. A Grimier, Grainier, More  Painful 
 Approach. Hopefully Bliss Is  At The End 
 Of It,  But  I  Don'T  Know.  Might Just 
 Ruin  You.   Will  Probably  Ruin   You.