My Weary Poodle

My Weary Poodle desperately craved for a radiator that they would try to nail to the wall. It would be a fairly curious exercise, to most, but not to the Poodle, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was awe-inspring. Remarkably, a radiator would be the item that was opted for.

My Weary Poodle desperately wanted a pencil sharpener that they sometimes hug. This might appear to be a different operation, to my dad, but not to the Poodle, who felt it would be magnificent. A pencil sharpener was the thing that was selected.

My Weary Poodle often carried a bottle of coke to throw. It might have been a fairly surprising thought, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Poodle, who considered it would be exciting. Who would have imagined, a bottle of coke is the thing to opt for.

My Weary Poodle searched for a melon that they liked to cuddle. It might be a fairly funny undertaking, to many, but not to the Poodle, who felt that this idea is amazing. Who would have thought, a melon would be the chosen thing.

My Weary Poodle desperately looked for a bag of flour that they would sometimes throw. One might find this to be an extraordinary approach to life, to most, but not to the Poodle, who thought that this idea is miraculous. Who would have imagined, a bag of flour is the thing to opt for.

My Weary Poodle craved for a bottle of coke that they liked to try to balance on their head. One might consider this to be a different activity, to me and my wife, but not to the Poodle, who assumed it was miraculous. Remarkably, a bottle of coke was the thing that was selected.