His Troubled Poodle

His Troubled Poodle desperately wanted a spade to put on his head. It would have been a curious suggestion, to you, but not to the Poodle, who thinks that this idea is out of this world. Strangely, a spade being the chosen thing.

His Troubled Poodle owned a painting of a melon that they liked to put on his head. One might find this to be an original action, to me and my husband, but not to the Poodle, who expected it was exciting. A painting of a melon would be the item that was selected.

His Troubled Poodle desperately wanted a chocolate bar that they would occasionally sit and look at. It should have been a fairly funny undertaking, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Poodle, who assumed that the idea was sublime. Bizarrely, a chocolate bar would be the item that was selected.

His Troubled Poodle wanted a hat that they would occasionally embrace. One might find this to be an extraordinary idea, to me, but not to the Poodle, who feels that this idea was miraculous. Remarkably, a hat would be the thing that was selected.

His Troubled Poodle desperately desired a cup that they liked to hug. One might find this to be a funny thought, to you and me, but not to the Poodle, who felt that this idea was exciting. Remarkably, a cup being the thing selected.

His Troubled Poodle desperately wanted a bottle of beer that they would occasionally eat. One might consider this to be a fairly weird and wonderful operation, to you, but not to the Poodle, who assumed that the idea was entertaining. Who would have imagined, a bottle of beer having that done to it