My Red Poodle

My Red Poodle looked for a hat to put on his head. One might find this to be an exciting thought, to my grandma, but not to the Poodle, who thought that it was in fact, awesome. Who would have imagined, a hat is the thing to choose.

My Red Poodle often carried a porno magazine to break. One might say this is a fairly exciting thing to do, to me and my wife, but not to the Poodle, who assumed it would be wonderous. Honestly, a porno magazine was the item that was opted for.

My Red Poodle desperately needed a mug that they liked to put down their trousers. This seems to be an original proposal, to my neighbour, but not to the Poodle, who assumed that this idea was fun. A mug would be the chosen thing.

My Red Poodle desperately looked for a sword that they would put down their trousers. It would be an exciting approach to life, to my children, but not to the Poodle, who thinks that the idea was miraculous. Remarkably, a sword was the thing that was selected.

My Red Poodle desperately searched for a bottle of wine that they would put in the bath with him. It might be a surprising exercise, to many, but not to the Poodle, who had decided that the idea was awe-inspring. You wouldnt have imagined, a bottle of wine is the item to opt for.

My Red Poodle needed a set of lego that they would throw. It was considered to be a fairly curious activity, to many, but not to the Poodle, who thought that the idea was breathtaking. Who would have thought, a set of lego is the item to choose.