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.