Oh my gosh. I want to give him ALL THE MEATBALLS!
Well, WE’RE certainly not going to eat them. Even in day-glo sauce.
My elder Dane is past training - it’s more work for her to sit than I care to make her do just for domination purposes. So while I’m training the puppy, she gets treats for being beautiful, having wonderful brown eyes, not farting, etc.
This is the only ad I’ve ever seen for frozen meatballs that warns you that “WARNING - Serious or fatal crashing injuries can occur from furniture tip-over.” Are these particularly heavy meatballs? 
The frozen meatballs I’ve tried have generally been pretty awful – greasy or tasteless or both, but the Ikea ones above are not bad. They are actually Swedish meatballs intended to be served with Ikea white sauce, but they do work in spaghetti sauce. Not as good as the authentic fresh Italian ones from a local upscale Italian grocery, but perfectly OK. The really good Italian ones are more mellow and somehow blend better with a rich mellow sauce.
A Great Dane you say?
Ahem…
“Wow that’s the biggest dog I’ve ever seen! I bet he eats you out of house and home! Do you walk him or does he walk you? Can I ride it? Does he sleep in bed with you? I bet you have no room! I have a mini yorkie, I bet he could eat my dog! Is that a Greyhound?”
When I trained Raven, a ½ lab ½ dingo, I used hotdogs cut into small pieces. It was very very effective. She got 2nd out of 142 dogs in puppy school and was 1st in her basic obedience class.
You can get some pretty darn wholesome hotdogs out there now!
Raven RIP
:dubious:
Well that’s well and fine but I certainly hope you wouldn’t eat them if you had shoes on.
I have an Allen wrench–when do we eat?
The Kirkland ones from Costco are pretty good. A little more dense than if prefer, but tasty and convenient for adding to pasta to bring for lunch at work.
Oh, and canned tomatoes are preferred when doing any kind of cooking with them, like sauces. Fresh is good for salads, pico de gallo, and sliced on hamburgers.
As an owner of multiple danes in my life, I was attempting to be funny by quoting the things that are said to dane owners over and over and over again.
It apparently failed 
I was thinking the same thing. Onions and garlic can make the puppy sick.
Store bought meatballs can make people go “ick.”
I have copped out and used frozen meatballs for work functions when I don’t have the time or energy for the next day’s potluck, but I never eat them when I do that. I am too partial to my own homemade ones. I did eat some at our last potluck, because a colleague assured me they were homemade, and they were definitely not. Too soft and tasteless to be homemade. Turns out she didn’t make her own meatballs, she made her own sauce… Out of BBQ sauce and honey, so waaaaay homemade there, cowgirl.:rolleyes:
No, no, that was meant to be a very knowing glare, and in all good humor.
This is my first blue, and I am already tired of, “Oh, is that Weimaraner?”
I’ll admit to using them in cheap, easy, kid-friendly weeknight meals. A can of crushed tomatoes and a bag of meatballs in the crockpot makes feeds us all in under 20 seconds of work. Sure, it’s not actually good. But sometimes you are just aiming for survival.
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The Ikea ones definitely have onion. From their webpage:
I’m a little surprised that they’re just able to label it as “meat” and not specifically pork, beef, (or, in the case of one supplier, horse.) I was going to check to see if the ones I buy here in the US have more specific labeling, but I apparently am out of them.
Your powers of comprehension are amazing.
I never wear shoes in the house. Which is why you can eat off my floors.
You didn’t get meatballs like this, did you?
Pfft. When you eat out of dumpsters, stepped-on raw chicken hearts are practically fine dining.
I can relate.
My experience is in Harleys, so I always got “Is that a Dalmatian?”
(No little Suzy, Dalmatians have SPOTS, Danes have PATCHES)
You forgot the most important question, at least to my nephew when he was maybe 4: “WHOAH! HOW BIG ARE HIS POOPS?!?!?!?!?” Luckily the owner was a good sport and didn’t mind telling him how the poops were very big indeed. :eek:
Yep. Lost my harlie last fall, but I got the full run of “Is that a dalmatian?”
“No, it’s actually a Chihuahua. He loves to go out in his cow suit.”