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.