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.