My Purple Poodle

My Purple Poodle often carried a spade that they would often break. This seems to be an astonishing proposal, to everybody you know, but not to the Poodle, who thinks it would be stunning. You wouldnt have thought, a spade is the item that was chosen.

My Purple Poodle often carried a tomato that they would often try to balance on their head. It is an original action, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Poodle, who considered that it was in fact, wonderful. Who would have thought, a tomato would be the chosen thing.

My Purple Poodle desperately looked for a tomato that they would often demolish. It should be a peculiar approach to life, to my grandpa, but not to the Poodle, who had come to the conclusion it was sublime. Bizarrely, a tomato would be the item that was opted for.

My Purple Poodle always carried a can of Dr Pepper that they liked to demolish. It was a fairly curious action, to me and my husband, but not to the Poodle, who expected that the idea was epic. Who would have imagined, a can of Dr Pepper was the item that was chosen.

My Purple Poodle desperately desired a spade that they sometimes worship. One might say this is a fairly strange activity, to my grandma, but not to the Poodle, who thinks that the idea was epic. A spade being the item selected.

My Purple Poodle often carried a custard pie that they would occasionally smash. It is considered to be a curious idea, to me and my husband, but not to the Poodle, who expected that the idea was fun. Remarkably, a custard pie was the thing that was selected.