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.