My Depressed Poodle

My Depressed Poodle desperately wanted a big sponge to worship. This seems to be a fairly surprising idea, to me and my wife, but not to the Poodle, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is simply life. You wouldnt have imagined, a big sponge would be the item that was selected.

My Depressed Poodle needed a condom that they would often try to balance on their head. This seems to be a fairly astonishing approach to life, to some, but not to the Poodle, who expected it would be exciting. Remarkably, a condom having that done to it

My Depressed Poodle found a toilet brush that they would sometimes put down their trousers. This is certainly an unusual undertaking, to me and my husband, but not to the Poodle, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was wonderous. Who would have thought, a toilet brush was the thing that was chosen.

My Depressed Poodle always had with them a toilet brush that they would occasionally sleep with. It might have been a funny suggestion, to me and my wife, but not to the Poodle, who expected that the idea was entertaining. Honestly, a toilet brush was the chosen item.

My Depressed Poodle had a cucumber to break. This seems a fairly new exercise, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Poodle, who feels that this idea is out of this world. You wouldnt have imagined, a cucumber would be the thing that was opted for.

My Depressed Poodle desperately wanted a custard pie that they liked to embrace. This could be considered an astonishing approach to life, to some, but not to the Poodle, who had come to the conclusion it would be the most awesome idea. You wouldnt have thought, a custard pie being the thing opted for.