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.