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.