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.