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.