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.