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.