My Orange Poodle

My Orange Poodle owned a painting of a melon that they liked to experiment on. It might have been a fairly peculiar approach to life, to many, but not to the Poodle, who thought that this idea was simply life. You wouldnt have imagined, a painting of a melon being the chosen item.

My Orange Poodle always had with them a teapot that they would occasionally watch for 10 minutes every morning. It would be a fairly original thing to do, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Poodle, who considered that this idea is the most awesome idea. Who would have thought, a teapot being the item selected.

My Orange Poodle desperately craved for a chocolate bar that they would occasionally embrace. It might have been an unusual action, to me and my parents, but not to the Poodle, who considered that the idea was spectacular. A chocolate bar would be the item chosen.

My Orange Poodle wanted a chocolate bar that they liked to rub on his belly. It is an exciting action, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Poodle, who had decided it would be wonderous. A chocolate bar of all things.

My Orange Poodle craved for a pen that they sometimes rub on his belly. It should be a somewhat surprising activity, to my grandpa, but not to the Poodle, who felt that this idea is the most awesome idea. Bizarrely, a pen was the chosen thing.

My Orange Poodle always had with them a toilet brush that they would occasionally sleep with. It was considered to be a surprising approach to life, to my mum, but not to the Poodle, who felt it would be fun. Honestly, a toilet brush would be the item chosen.