Milka [the Great{est} Dane]

sharing the colorful spots of my life…

Scored 21 out of 25 April 16, 2012

Filed under: Colorful Spots — Milka [the Great Dane] @ 9:15 pm

I’m the best!

 

 

What do you mean I had to score all of them?

 

Mum, you said I was the best… You lied???

 

Wondering slobbers,

Milka

 

Wordless Wednesday: Hippie Me March 14, 2012

Filed under: Wordless Wednesday — Milka [the Great Dane] @ 9:55 pm

 

My new friend… Flor March 10, 2012

Filed under: Colorful Spots — Milka [the Great Dane] @ 2:41 pm

Guess what… I’ve made a new friend. 🙂

 

Her name is Flor (that means flower, in portuguese) and she’s a 6 month old puppy full of life and totally shameless and fearless! 🙂

 

Here, take a look at us playing…

 

 

 

 

Cute, isn’t she?

 

Friendly slobbers!

Milka

 

Wordless Wednesday: New Pillow March 7, 2012

Filed under: Wordless Wednesday — Milka [the Great Dane] @ 9:16 pm
 

Human training session March 5, 2012

Filed under: Colorful Spots — Milka [the Great Dane] @ 9:57 pm

I’m really tired today…

 

I’ve been training my human to throw the ball and get me some cheese… Hard work!

 

 

But I think she’s making some progress, don’t you?

 

Proud slobbers!

Milka

 

Wordless Wednesday: Wassup? February 29, 2012

Filed under: Wordless Wednesday — Milka [the Great Dane] @ 9:43 pm

So, wassup?

 

The Tasty Sausage Search & Rescue Mission February 26, 2012

Filed under: Colorful Spots — Milka [the Great Dane] @ 5:05 pm

 

I must report a hideous crime!

 

Someone stole a big tasty sausage mum had gotten for me. I could see it and I could smell it on the counter. It was right there! It was for me!

 

Well, mum didn’t exactly say it was for me. But what other reason was there?

 

Anyway, I was right there looking at it… drooling all over it… Mum called… I hesitaded… She insisted… I ignored her… She yelled… I went to her… And when I came back, oh dreadful moment, IT WAS GONE!

 

G O N E !

 

If there is one thing I cannot stand, it’s injustice. And lettuce, can’t stand that either. But, I mean… It was my sausage! I should do something about it. And so I did…

 

I immediately gathered my team and went out on a search and rescue mission… First, there was mum and aunt Bito and later aunt Sandra and my lil’ friend Maria joined us.

 

They weren’t much help, but at least I got 4 extra pairs of eyes to look out for my beloved sausage while I smelled for it all over town.

 

I looked everywhere…

 

 

I searched…

 

 

And searched…

 

 

And searched…

 

 

But the lovely, tasty and truly missed sausage was nowhere to be found!

 

After a 3 hour search and after mum promised she would get me 2 new sausages to make up for the lost one, I gave up and went home.

 

Of course no other sausage can replace the memory of that waiting to be eaten beloved one… But, well… I’m sure 2 of them can keep my palate mind busy enough… and if they keep coming, maybe one day, very far away from now, many sausages away from now, maybe then I can remember this sweet sausage and the pain is not so hard to handle.

 

Sad slobbers,

Milka