Named after the Mako shark which is the fastest shark in the ocean. Born with the instincts of a true chowhound. Mako’s tiny ears can pick up the opening of the most quiet food wrapper. Reminiscent of the great Murphy who could respond to the opening of a string cheese wrapper while dead asleep, under a blanket, 30 yards away in under 3 seconds. Born of humble origins in Fresno, California, his potential full grown size as yet unknown. Mako currently can leap 1 foot straight up while eyeing treats which is similar to his namesake the Mako shark which can leap 20 feet out of water. A bit of a wild child it remains to be seen whether or not Mako will have the discipline to become a great champion of the Brewski Bros Racing family.
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This is a throwback to when El Diablo raced at the 20th Annual Wienerschnitzel Wiener Nationals on July 18, 2015. Brewski Bros Racing’s team videographer Mike Williams shot the video of the racing demon El Diablo.
Below is El Diablo’s audition story that earned him the right to compete.
The Story of El Diablo
Cerberus in Greek and Roman mythology is the guardian of the gates of Hades. He is a three headed dog with the tail of a serpent and the claws of a lion. It is this gigantic hound which guards the gates to Hell to prevent ghosts of the dead from leaving the underworld. The Cerberus is one of the great Greek monsters and it is believed that it is from this great monster that El Diablo was born into the world.
The legend goes that this hell hound sired only one living son and that son was the magnificent El Diablo. Sadly, Cerberus was angered that his only son to survive birth was the runt and as such El Diablo was cast out of Hades in shame to wander the Earth. In his time spent on Earth El Diablo learned to appreciate the small things in life but still was unable to shake the humiliation of being cast out of his home in Hell. While he may have been a runt he was strong willed and determined to win his place back at his father’s side at the gates of Hell. It was this relentless desire that pushed him to work on his ability to strike fear into the hearts of humans with his ferocious growl, swift speed and booming bark. He also discovered that he could control any mortal that looked into the deep inky pools of his eyes and no human could fight his lightning fast Cobra strike kiss.
It is El Diablo’s wish that he be allowed to compete in the 20th Annual Wienerschnitzel Wiener Nationals so that he may attain the glory that has hid from him for so long and so that he may have his chance to return to Hades and be welcomed into his father’s claws as a champion.
Some photos from race night!
Diary of a Disobedient Dachshund – Dog Beach Regulators
June 3, 2012 –Huntington Beach Dog Beach
As promised, below are some of the photos momma took of us at the Huntington Beach Dog Beach last Sunday. I know that I’m breathtakingly handsome but I can’t help it, please try to enjoy ALL the photos and not just the ones of me looking dashing. For the full gallery click on our “Dog Beach Photos” page.
June 3, 2012 – Balboa Island Parade & Huntington Beach Dog Beach
Today LandShark and I were invited to walk in the Balboa Island Parade with the OC Doxie Meet Up group under the name “The Real Wieners of Orange County”.
It was a great day to be a wiener! There were lots of people at the parade that were really nice to my brother and me. We got lots of head pets and compliments on our costumes (thanks grandma). LandShark dressed up as a Shark (obvious choice) and I got to strut my stuff in a hula boy outfit (even if I did get called a girl all day). Of note, I am pretty sure that putting me in a grass skirt was Momma’s way of trying to ruin my street cred as top gangsta in our Yorba Linda hood, but what she didn’t plan on was that El Diablo makes everything look good…even a skirt. It takes a true gangsta to rock a grass skirt and a pink Hawaiian shirt!
After the parade Momma took us to the Huntington Beach Dog Beach as a reward for being good wieners at the parade. LandShark and I love the doggy beach, it’s a nice long stretch of beach where we can run off leash and chase each other and other doggies until our little legs won’t run anymore. And since we were so good at the parade and didn’t bark once we decided to use all our pent up energy and bark at EVERYBODY at the dog beach hound or human. Momma wasn’t real happy about what she referred to as a bunch of unnecessary regulatin’ by me and my brother. Oh well, at least we went 1 for 2 on the behaving scale instead of 0 for 2.
~El Diablo, the most interesting Wiener in the world.
May 28, 2012 – Rollin’ with my Homies
There’s nothing a gangsta likes better than rolling with his homies on a warm summer day. Today LandShark and I got to pay a visit to our homies over on the Southwest side of Anaheim. There were six of us rolling out today like the crazy dog pack that we are. Coach Brenda was in charge of our reins and making sure we didn’t start any fights with the jealous mutts around town. Our crew consisted of the following: myself the infamous El Diablo, LandShark (who will go all Shark attack on you if you’re not careful), big girl Mahi a Shepherd mix who also works as the unofficial bodyguard of Brewski Bros Racing (fans can get crazy ya know?), Mad Max a Terrier/Doxie mix who will chase you down then steal your ball, Kody a husky mix who was hangin in town for a couple of days and last but not least my crazy little lady Nikita, the most vicious teacup Chihuahua in any hood.
We started our walk to our favorite restaurant on the block, an old school Wienerschnitzel stand with a doggy friendly patio. We all got to chow down on some scrumptious Wienerschnitzel turkey dogs (Coach Brenda doesn’t want us getting chunky before the Wiener Nationals). Then we took the long way back home though some neighborhoods and schools so we could get some good exercise and walk off our lunch. We ran into a Pit Bull who was acting all tough and staring us down hard but my girl Nikita put him in his place quick and had him running with his tail between his legs. He found out the hard way that 4 lbs of Chihuahua equals 400 lbs of ATTITUDE! It takes a special kind of crazy to keep El Diablo the most interesting Wiener in the world interested. By the time our walk was done, we were all pretty tired, so me and the Shark said our goodbyes and headed home to momma.
When we got home we told momma all about our day’s adventures and how my crew showed the neighborhood who was boss once and for all. That’s when momma told me I had a Napoleon complex…who the hell is Napoleon and why is he trippin? I’m guessing he must have been a very important leader of Wiener dogs or a big powerful German Shepherd if I remind momma of him. I’m getting sleepy now, so I’m gonna keep it real and go night night.
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 17th Annual Wiener Nationals on July 14, 2012, where he has his sights set on the champion’s giant red and yellow Wienerschnitzel dog house.
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).
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…
~Murphy (I am unable to channel El Diablo while wearing this hat) the most interesting wiener in the world.