We visited L.A. this spring.
When mom took me for a walk,
someone asked her
if I was a Japanese poodle.
Mom told her I was a French poodle.

Here is my mom when she was my age.
Right, my mom is Japanese.
Right, my mom is Japanese.

I do not know how to use chopsticks.
I would rather chew them.
I would rather chew them.

But I like EDAMAME very much!

I guess you can call me a Japanese Poodle!