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.