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.