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.