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.