The Depressed Poodle

The Depressed Poodle desperately searched for a painting of a melon that they would sometimes cuddle. It would be a fairly funny approach to life, to everybody you know, but not to the Poodle, who expected it would be awesome. Honestly, a painting of a melon being the chosen thing.

The Depressed Poodle desperately needed a piece of paper that they sometimes sleep with. It would have been an exciting proposal, to some, but not to the Poodle, who assumed that the idea was awe-inspring. A piece of paper would be the thing that was selected.

The Depressed Poodle craved for a rubber chicken that they sometimes worship. This is certainly a fairly bizarre activity, to me and my husband, but not to the Poodle, who had come to the conclusion it would be the most awesome idea. You wouldnt have imagined, a rubber chicken being the thing opted for.

The Depressed Poodle looked for a pint of beer that they would sometimes try to balance on their head. It would have been a fairly astonishing exercise, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Poodle, who assumed that it was in fact, stunning. Bizarrely, a pint of beer would be the thing that was chosen.

The Depressed Poodle looked for a block of cheese that they sometimes embrace. This might appear to be a somewhat surprising exercise, to you and me, but not to the Poodle, who feels it was miraculous. A block of cheese was the chosen item.

The Depressed Poodle craved for a cheese grater that they sometimes try to nail to the wall. It should have been a fairly different suggestion, to my children, but not to the Poodle, who considered that the idea was epic. Remarkably, a cheese grater is the item to choose.