I wrote a techno song about the four things I love in Germany to make myself happy, which are my grandfather, my two poodle pets, bread, and a strange but delicious Turkish dish called Doener Kebab.
Right in front of my eyes they pulled my poodle apart. They tore him apart like a rag doll.
I was doing quite a nervous poodle dance over it, ... I've seen coyotes play in it, rabbits go dashing across it and a whole family of moose. This is really an important piece of land. A lot of people got it, they understood that.
Somebody's little poodle isn't going to do too terribly well,
It will be like an old fashioned '50s carhop, with poodle skirts, burgers and the whole nine yards,