Poodle Head

Poodle Head
By Heather Leigh
Illustrated by Judy Ziegler



Waking up that morning, Dustin felt something on his head.

“Ehhh!” cried Dustin, “Poodle Head!”

He shook his head, jumped up and down, and pushed it, but the poodle only clamped on

tighter. It would not come off.

“Poodle Head! Gross!” said his sister at breakfast.

The poodle growled at her.

“Dustin, control your poodle,” said his mother.

At Dustin’s soccer game, he tried to head butt the ball but the poodle bit it.

“Get that Poodle Head kid off the field!” someone yelled.

Dustin was sent home.

“I have got to rid of this Poodle Head,” thought Dustin.

He asked the poodle very nicely to leave, but it walked in a circle and nestled in

more firmly.

It turned up it’s nose at dog treats.

Dustin walked to the window and looked out. What was he going to do? He couldn’t go

to school, he couldn’t play soccer, and no one wants to hang out with Poodle Head kids.

Then he saw his swimming pool. Poodle Head poodles hate the water. He went to the

backyard and stood in front of the pool.

“I’m going in,” he told the poodle.

The poodle stood up.

Dustin stepped into the pool.

“Grrr,” the poodle whimpered.

Dustin walked down the steps.

“Arrfff?” the poodle said.

Dustin swam to the deep end.

Just before Dustin ducked his head underwater, the poodle jumped off Dustin’s head,

swam to the edge, and got out.

“No more Poodle Head!” cried Dustin.

The poodle shook out his fur, glared at Dustin, and ran off.

“Don’t mess with me or my family, again,” called out Dustin.

But the next morning, Dustin woke to hear, “Ehhh!”