Meet LandShark

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The Ladies Love LandShark.  Is it his soulful brown eyes, long floppy ears, luscious red coat or constant readiness to launch a puppy kiss attack?  Or is it all of the above?  One thing is for sure, LandShark is the 10 pound lothario of Yorba Linda.  LandShark is the ying to Murphy’s yang.  While his brother Murphy (aka El Diablo) is fiercely independent, LandShark is the consummate momma’s boy.  Resulting in numerous occasions where he becomes trapped in closets, garages, bedrooms, etc. because he follows momma into a room and doesn’t follow her out quickly enough.  LandShark’s favorite things are: runs at the Huntington Beach dog beach, tug of war, digging holes in the carpet in an attempt to bury rawhide bones and hide them from his brother, eating the extremities off his stuffed toys (much to the dismay of momma) and wrestling with Murphy.  His favorite song is “Fins” by Jimmy Buffett since it contains his namesake lyric “Just behind the reef are the big white teeth of the sharks that can swim on the land.”  Currently, LandShark spends his days hunting lizards in the sun on his balcony.  However, he aspires to make it to the 17^th Annual Wiener Nationals on July 14, 2012, where he has his sights set on the champion’s giant red and yellow Wienerschnitzel dog house.

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Diary of a Disobedient Dachshund – The Birthday Blues

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May 16, 2012 – The Birthday Blues

Today, LandShark and I turn 3 years old.  According to mommy that makes us 21 years old in doggy years and able to drink legally.  As usual we’re not really sure what she’s talking about.  We do know that today is that one special day a year when she stops at the doggy bakery on her way home from work and brings us a tasty birthday surprise.  We look forward to our birthday treat all day long, we sit around drooling on ourselves waiting for her to get home.  What we don’t look forward to is the inevitable emasculation that is as much fun as the first time we got neutered.  What I am speaking of is the horrible little blue party hats that we are forced to wear each and every year in order to get our birthday treats.  Evil mommy then takes photos of us in our “happy hats” and forwards then to all her friends (because the humiliation of wearing the hats is not enough, there must be photographic evidence as well).  

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Mommy doesn’t understand how difficult it is to maintain the image of a gangsta in a blue sparkly party hat with feathers…and streamers.  Or maybe she does understand and thinks that if LandShark and I get beat up a couple of times by the hardened criminal gangs of Yorba Linda it will somehow make us stronger.  Or she’s still pissed that I won’t go outside to pee when it’s raining…

Not gangsta

~Murphy (I am unable to channel El Diablo while wearing this hat) the most interesting wiener in the world.

Diary of a Disobedient Dachshund – Wild Wiener Round Up

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May 12, 2012 – Wild Wiener Round Up

This past Saturday LandShark and I spent the day at the Wild Wiener Round Up at Indian Village Park in Westminster, CA.  Mommy told us that she was taking us to a place where bad Dachshunds are all placed in a pen and then small children chase them with lassos and the first doxie caught is placed on a spit and grilled in sacrifice to the Wiener dog gods.  Mommy is evil isn’t she?  Needless to say when we got there it was a charity fundraiser for the So Cal Dachshund Rescue, and no children with lassos and no spit for grilling Dachshunds.      

We did some more wiener racing and I, El Diablo won a VERY FANCY squeaker ball for winning my first race.  I, however, lost focus by round two due to the many hot wiener fashionistas that were strutting around in their best outfits…and was promptly eliminated.   

The nice people at So Cal Dachshund Rescue did let us practice race with our friend Max who is part wiener and we were able to get some cool pix running against him.  We also learned that running against another dog with legs 3 times longer than yours is a recipe for getting your butt kicked…repeatedly. 

     Mommy entered us in the bobbing for wieners contest but didn’t tell us that we were expected to put our faces in the water, uh no thank you! We also had our favorite two blond groupies with us, Madison and Abbie, they always give us tons of hugs and kisses even when we’re being bad. 

~El Diablo, the most interesting wiener in the world.

Diary of a Disobedient Dachshund – Wine Country Wiener Fest

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May 6, 2012 – Wine Country Wiener Fest Races

So today has found us at the Wine Country Wiener Fest in Temecula at the Mount Palomar Winery (the one time a year mama trades a beer for a Brut).  Thankfully it’s not as hot as last year when LandShark and I were certain we were going to melt into two little pools of Doxie sludge.  That being said there’s a lot more competition this year with 60 Dachshunds registered to compete in Dexter’s Derby in the hopes of being named the Dexter’s Derby Grand Champion.  Both brother and I are slotted to race this year hoping that it will better our chances of getting a win. 

However, LandShark attempting to escape our play pen and flee the scene does not inspire much confidence.  As usual it will be left up to me, El Diablo (the new racing name is catchy, eh?) to conquer the Wiener Fest and take home a trophy to make mama proud…

Of course things don’t always turn out the way you’ve planned and if not for a sly little grey wiener that distracted me during our race and angered El Diablo, then I most definitely would’ve won and moved on to the final round of the open division.  On the plus side LandShark and I won a pretty blue blankie in the raffle.

~El Diablo aka Murphy, the most interesting Wiener in the world

Diary of a Disobedient Dachshund

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My name is Murphy and my mom suggested I begin keeping a journal to chronicle the adventures of myself and my brother as we make our mark on the world of Wiener Dog Racing. I am 3 years old and live with my brother LandShark and our mom in Orange County California.  My brother and I were named after beers cause our Mom thought that it was cute…thanks mom.  Little did we know that the names would only be the beginning.  Soon after adopting us mom discovered the world of competitive Wiener Dog Racing.  She was instantly seduced by the throngs of screaming fans, the prestige of coaching such elite athletes and the fact that all the racing venues sell beer, her most favorite thing of all.  As mom became more familiar with the sport she discovered that Wiener Dog Racing wasn’t just restricted to Oktoberfest celebrations and races could be found almost year round.

Our first year of racing was ugly as we began to learn the many secrets and strategies to successfully navigating the SoCal Wiener Dog Racing Circuit.  We had our fill of bad starts, unfinished races, pooping on the course (not looked favorably upon by fellow racers), and in the case of brother LandShark not stopping at the finish line and attempting to flee the venue.  However, with vigorous training and lots of treats we have now begun to see much more consistent results.  We consistently finish our races and no longer try to crawl out of the gate and back into the arms of our doggy dropper.  Sadly, our first victory continues to elude us much to the disappointment of mom (someone told her that if we win she gets free beer).

It is from the above that the team Brewski Bros Racing was born.  The team consists of me, Murphy weighing in at an impressive 9.3 lbs, looking dashing ala James Bond in my traditional black and tan coat.  Next, is my brother LandShark, weighing in at a hefty 10.5 lbs, looking regal and classic in his smooth red coat.  Last is our head coach and manager Mom.  My brother and I have never been separated since the day we were born and it is this true brotherhood that makes Brewski Bros Racing a force to be reckoned with in the racing world (even if we don’t have the trophies to back it up).

~Murphy

Training Hard for Race Season

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