R.I.P Nuts the Squirrel

Nuts the Squirrel was found dead last night at 7:19PM. The cause of death is currently unknown.

First on the scene, Bryan Mills, had this statement. "Nuts the Squirrel's remains were found strewn at the base of the sectional couch in the living room. The tail had been removed in a very grotesque manner, indicative of a gang initiation or occult ritual...or just a crazy puppy with really strong teeth.


The remains of Nuts the Squirrel, absent tail


We have a suspect at this time, Royal's Gold Coast Surfer; street name: Brisbane. He was found with the inner stuffing stuck in his jaws, sitting at the scene of the crime. He is presumed innocent until proven guilty in a court of law, though his guilt appears to be a foregone conclusion.


The Suspect (identity hidden as this is an on-going investigation)

It's always sad to see these things happen. Puppies do some crazy things and no matter how much you try to teach them respect for their toys, the peer pressure to be bad is always there and it's up to us to show them the right way so things like this don't happen. Unfortunately, Nuts was in the wrong place at the wrong time. He will be missed."

Nuts the squirrel is survived by The Penguin, Little Man and Hedgehog #2. He will be buried in The Graveyard along with other fallen stuffed animal toys.

California winters rule

So, I woke up from a nap and it was a bit cool in the house. Time to go outside and see what I can find. Turns out, the sun was blazing up on the roof/deck so I just went back to sleep; I had nothing better to do. I must have slept for 20 minutes before I got too hot and had to come back inside and crash on the tile floors to cool down. It's hard out here for a Pointer...

I loves me some Southern California winters!

Working in the office with Dad

Ya know, kind of a hu-hum day around the house. I did my walk, took a big nap, played on the deck for a while, then I came up to Dad's office with him and helped him do his work. I'm quite the helper puppy, as you can see.

No real news today

Not much to blog about today, gang. I was a pain in the butt today on my morning walk; I was just too antsy. Unfocused. The surf was giant and closed out so dad kept on walking, which I didn't mind in the least bit. We have a new route we take for our morning walks. It's a bit longer and gets me down to the beach for a while which rocks. But, it just didnt seem to tire me out like it usually does. Maybe this is a sign that my owners need to up their game; start jogging instead of just walking this Pointer pup.

Anyway, didn't want to leave you with nothing so keeping with our theme of old puppy photos, here I am asleep in dad's arms the first night. Again, adorable. And so little!

I hate the rain

This is Southern California, the land of surf, sun and a climate than hovers around 72-degrees year-round. It's sublime; I love it.

While my field-bred brethren back in the Midwest are used to hunting adventures in freezing climates and enjoy romping in the snow, I think that's for chumps. Give me a sunny day with a nice Southerly breeze and I'm a happy puppy. I can't wait for summer when I get to sleep on the cool tile floor in the house.

Now, we have a problem. This has been a wet winter for us and it's rained quite often since I was brought home back in November. Rain sucks. I hate the rain so much that I refuse to go out in the rain for any reason whatsoever. My dad used to pick me up and place me outside while he stood under an umbrella waiting for me to do my business, but I'd just run back under the overhang and wait for him to give up. His will is weak compared to my powers or persuasion.

I'm getting better about this rain thing but it's so cold and wet and...eww!! Call me a prissy puppy but I don't care. A Pointer has to have standards and one of my standards is not going out in the rain. Nevermind that once my dad puts me on a leash and we start walking I barely notice it's raining; that's not important for the sake of this rant.

Now that we've settled that score, it's time for the weekend. Here's a little photo to get you started. Me and my Momma the first night I came to my new home. I'm adorable. I was so little!!

Oh and here's me licking my nose while chewing an ice cube. I rock.

You're in my world, Nuts...

I want you to meet Nuts. Nuts is a fuzzy little squirrel my owners bought me last week. He's cute, he squeaks, his tail crinkles when you bite it; he's a great toy for a puppy like myself. Too bad his fate was decided the second some factory in China began stitching him together.

See, Brisbane doesn't play nicely. I like to massacre my stuffed toys with extreme prejudice. This little guy never knew when he was picked up from Pet Supply that he would live such a violent, oppressed life and be destined to arrive in pieces at the bottom of my toy bin, or as I like to call it: "The Graveyard." The Graveyard is filled with the remnants of chewy toys, toys I don't like and the pelts of my victims. Pay heed: The Graveyard is no place for the meek.

So, Nuts, enjoy the playtime while you can for you, too, shall become a pelt at the bottom of The Graveyard like Hedgehog #1 and Green Guy...

See that little nametag around my neck? You're in my world, squirrel...

Oh, Nuts...how ever will you escape the jaws of Brisbane?


You will beg for mercy...and I shall not grant it, squirrel...

Weekends rule

Is there anything better than a weekend? I mean, I work hard throughout the week getting up early to go on walks, eat, hang out in my crate for a while, sleep, play for a while, go on a walk and wrap it all up with some simple training exercises and more sleep. Talk about a daily grind, huh?

Well, when the weekends come I love to let it all hang out; reward myself for working so hard throughout the week. This weekend was fantastic. What did I do this weekend...

Well, first up, I went for a fun play in the HB Dog Park. I ran, I wrestled, I got humped (it happens, don't worry about it) I made new friends. Good times.




Afterwards, I was a tired Pointer.


A really tired Pointer.


Sunday, deja vu... More dog park action but my silly owners forgot their camera so no action shots. I did meet a really nice pit bull named Chloe. Here is her website. She's a really well trained, well-behaved dog that is an ambassador for her breed and SUPER fun to play with. I hope I can see her again at the dog park!

After that, more sleeping. This time, it was a little sun-bathing with my momma. We were super lazy and it was awesome!


Back to the grind...

Nicknames I've been called in the last 72 hours

I know my name is Brisbane.
My owners know my name is Brisbane.

However, they enjoy testing their creativity and calling me by any number of cute or off the wall nicknames in passing. I love it. It keeps them occupied and I look forward to seeing at what length they're willing to go to get a new nickname.

In the last 72 hours, here are the nicknames that I have been called and remember. I don't listen a lot of the times--and probably have some form of puppy ADD--so there were probably more, but I wasn't list- LOOK AT THAT BIRD!! Sorry. Did I mention I have puppy-ADD? Here's what I've got for you (in no particular order).

Puppers (mom's favorite)
Briz
Buddy Boy
Little Man
Pupasaurus Rex
Adventure Dog
B-RIZ
BIZ
Brizzy Bee (my personal favorite...Dad's, too)
Fizzy Bee
Douche
Douchy Bee
Super Douche (I probably deserved those 3)
Pointer Pup
Pupper Fluppers
Pupperoni and Cheese
Little Sh*t (definitely deserved that one...I was in rare form)

My dad also likes coming up with rapper nicknames for me, along with some really off the wall stuff. Here are some gems:
Tha Notorious B.R.Z
Pupto Brizmol
Snoop Brizzy Bee
Briz Markie
Tha BRZA

Dog park later today. Stoked.

Welcome to my blog!

Hello. My name is Royal's Gold Coast Surfer. You can call me Brisbane.

I am an orange and white English Pointer living in Huntington Beach, CA. I was born 8/23/07 and moved in with my dad and momma 11/6/07.

I am bred to be a conformation show dog; ya know: the ones that trot around the ring and look all sexy. My half-brother--a year and a half older than me--just won Best of Breed at the Westminster Kennel Club show last weekend, so I'm no scrub. I'm not bred as a field dog; hunting isn't my sole purpose in life. Those dogs are crazy. Not that I'm not a little bit crazy...but those dogs are crazy ya know what I'm saying?

As you can see, I'm nothing short of awesome. I mean, c'mon? Look at my face...I'm too sexy for this song. But seriously...I am pretty cool and my owners sure seem to think so, too.

I'll be posting everything about my life that's fit to blog. Trust me, there's no shortage of material. From what I eat to what I chew on. Tricks I learn, janky dogs that piss me off; it's all here. You'll enjoy coming back here so bookmark this blog.

Did you do it yet? No seriously, bookmark this blog; you'll love it.

So, until my next post, enjoy the day and I'll catch ya on the flip-side.

Brisbane