Boxer Song 
Comfort Seeker (lyrics ©2004 Kate Connick) Crumpled pillow, tangled sheets, A snore like raging thunder. The boxer dog sleeps soundly. The covers, he's half under. Lips and eyebrows boogie, Deep in his dream state. He's settled for a hearty snooze, Although it isn't late. I beckon, "Time to go outside." "Let's go. I'm waiting, dear." Both eyes pop open; then they close. He pretends he didn't hear. Too hot, too cold, wet, lumpy, hard - He's not a dog for in the yard. He craves his comfort in full measure. A hedonist, quite bent on pleasure! Like the princess and the pea, Or maybe just a bit like me! "C'mon you lazy slobberdog. Get off that stinking bed! You have 4 legs; Now use them!" My face was turning red. I hovered over, swore a bit, Waved a sausage past his nose, Shoved his limp weight to the floor. Reluctantly he rose. "Finally dog, now let's go out." But just as I had feared, By the time the door was open, The dog had disappeared. Too hot, too cold, wet, lumpy, hard - He's not a dog for in the yard. He craves his comfort in full measure. A hedonist, quite bent on pleasure! Like the princess and the pea, Or maybe just a bit like me! He'd tucked himself back into bed. Every muscle, flaccid. "Oh sure, you've picked the perfect time To pretend that you are placid!" Patience gone, I had no choice. I really beg your pardon. I hauled that dog out through the door And dumped him in the garden! He looked at me with wounded eyes. So maudlin, ohh the pain! How dare I make a boxer dog "Do his business" in the rain! Too hot, too cold, wet, lumpy, hard - He's not a dog for in the yard. He craves his comfort in full measure. A hedonist, quite bent on pleasure! Like the princess and the pea, Or maybe just a bit like me! . . | | |