The Malibu Under Dogs
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The Malibu Under Dogs are involved in many charity groups and events. We are not a charity. We film and support them. We are skaters and surfers that give back through our passion for the two.
All we need is some momentum...
We are volunteers.
We don't need much but we do need your help.
Our goal is to be able to support these types of events and groups with media coverage. We film, photograph and write about our experiences. This brings the idea behind the cause to the outside world in living color. We want to make those who are not aware, more aware. To be able to give the public a look inside the cause and show the actual faces and smiles of the lives they are changing.
This is one example of our work for a group called AWOW (A Walk On Water) which provides water therapy through guided surf instruction to special needs children.
Meet Serenity...
"She may be small but she walks tall and sits high in the saddle.
She may look like a cowboy but she screams like a Banshee.
Meet Serenity. I just called her by her nickname, "the siren". When we brought her down to the water's edge, she started screaming bloody murder. We asked the parents if it would be alright if we just abducted her. There is a 99% chance the kicking and screaming will subside eventually. The parents said "cool", so I picked her up and started wading out to an AWOW team member holding my board at the ready in shallow water. The screaming rocketed up to a terror filled screech that was not only registered on the Richter and heard from space but, like a trained opera singer, she cleansed nearby cars of any pesky windshields within range of the scene. When we got out to my board, I got her on it and laid her down on her belly. She immediately squirmed and flipped onto her back and continued raging, now red faced and crying. With waves approaching and no time to waste, I pushed us out into the oncoming surf and stuck my chin in her lower back, her little butt wedged safely in my Adam's apple. With a firm grip on her core, she could no longer reach my hand or arms, so I could now continue paddling us out safely and quickly to avoid any whitewater. We paddled over the soft shoulders and off we went, our hundred yards out to the line-up. Yes, she was still in a panic and letting the entire beach, full of witnesses, hear it. We got out past the breakers and I caressed her tiny arm and started humming some Bob Marley. I knew she couldn't keep it up forever. Well, I didn't exactly know but I was pretty confident. It's tiring crap, crying and screaming. I could feel in every touch and note, she was submitting and I was rewarding her calming behavior with soothing words. After all, we were smoothly paddling out into the sea. The ocean does the real magic, we just introduce them. We got out about 2/3 of the way to the top and in a moment, she became still and quiet. I stopped and sat up on my board, her hands tightly gripping the rails, making them look even fatter beneath her little baby fingerlings. I asked her if she could see any fish down in the reef. The water was clear and shallow at the low tide, so we could see the rocks of the reef quite easily. She stuck her towhead over the side of the board, searching for fish I was sure we'd never see. I asked her if she wanted to sit up, facing me and she complied, still traced with evidence of the fear in her rearview mirror. Her eyebrows up and now folded hands, she confided in me her concerns for paddling any further and scolded me for oncoming dangers ahead, should we continue. I smiled and agreed. With a small shapely wave approaching and a bigger set wave behind it, I decided to go for the smaller one, as to not be caught inside, which could and would most likely eliminate any traction gained to this point... I wasn't about to let that happen. I asked her to get back in her "spot", belly down, with some verbal bribery to return to the beach, she accepted my demands with delight. I assumed my position and again, gripped her under my chin like a violin and started paddling hard for the nearing wave. The rest is history but as we made it to the inside, I talked her into holding her hands up and this is the result. I was screaming louder than she ever thought possible as we zoomed this little honey of a wave all the way to the sand. Then, what happened next will remain with me forever. With me holding her tight, she grabbed my face, pulled me grill to grill and said, "I tricked you. I DO like surfing!", and grinned.
This photo was taken seconds after that, and my expression speaks for itself. She beat me fair and square, my leg had been pulled. I set her down and she ran to her relieved parents, shouting out glorious claims of victorious conquests. I watched, loading my board under my arm, heading for my next victim, I mean customer and as I did, she turned around and pointed me out to her folks as the culprit. Then she ran back and hugged me and asked if we could go again.
After the lunch break we did go again, and had a great session, contrary to her concerns of my switching into a dry and DIFFERENT wetsuit than earlier, without her consent. It's true, the subject had yet to be broached and although miffed by me acting alone in this decision, as her raised eyebrow would show, she was willing to hear me out. With the hard fought diplomacy we had earned on my board (Camp David), hanging in the winds of balance, I pleaded my case, insisting that it wasn't going to really make that much of a difference which wetsuit I wore. After some thought, consideration and looks of disdain, she accepted my huge apology and we were now free to go. This time the screaming happened on the way in, not the way out. And this time, she was louder than me."
Hooked for life.
-The Malibu Under Dogs
We are an independent team of skaters & surfers
who film our adventures.
Real story telling, real people, from the birthplace of modern day skate and surf. Malibu, California.
The Malibu Under Dogs are
Under Dogs who help the Under Dog.
A Malibu Under Dog doesn't have to live in or come from or have been to Malibu. That's just where we're from. Under Dogs are EVERYWHERE.
Wherever you see someone doing the right thing for someone else, there is an Under Dog nearby.
The "Malibu" part of our name also means that we surf and skate…HARD. Hard enough that barefoot9to5 Productions was formed to get all the footage into a package and out to the public. Not only do the Under Dogs help others in need but they're some of the gnarliest team of skaters and surfers California can offer.
Here is another example of MUD in action.
This is a video we did for THERAsurf, a diverse collective of parents, professionals and members of the surf community committed to the belief that there is healing energy in the power of the ocean.
We take that and turned their day at the beach into this.
THERAsurf video by: the Malibu Under Dogs
One other attribute of a MUD is that they generally do Under Dog stuff when nobody is looking. So, this makes their good deeds more difficult to catch on film. They are the illusive ones. They show up in the dark, finish what they came for, like vigilantes against all negativity and doubt. They take a half empty glass of disappointment and fill both halves with pure Aloha STOKE.
These groups don't "hire" us.
We get involved for the love and to raise awareness for the causes, then barefoot9to5 produces it for the public through the arts of photography, video and writing.
The more creative we are, the more awareness raised.
It's that simple.
We just need some wind under our wings to gain enough momentum to become self sufficient. Being financially limited often is the only thing holding us back from doing more. That's where you come in.
We can't do it alone.
Style counts.
It can't be bought but it can be contagious,
so can kindness.
-Timothy Hazelip
Writer, Creator, Producer and Director of
The Malibu Under Dogs.
malibuunderdogs.com
We need some help getting there.
All we need is some momentum...
We are volunteers.
We don't need much but we do need your help.
Our goal is to be able to support these types of events and groups with media coverage. We film, photograph and write about our experiences. This brings the idea behind the cause to the outside world in living color. We want to make those who are not aware, more aware. To be able to give the public a look inside the cause and show the actual faces and smiles of the lives they are changing.
This is one example of our work for a group called AWOW (A Walk On Water) which provides water therapy through guided surf instruction to special needs children.
Meet Serenity...
"She may be small but she walks tall and sits high in the saddle.
She may look like a cowboy but she screams like a Banshee.
Meet Serenity. I just called her by her nickname, "the siren". When we brought her down to the water's edge, she started screaming bloody murder. We asked the parents if it would be alright if we just abducted her. There is a 99% chance the kicking and screaming will subside eventually. The parents said "cool", so I picked her up and started wading out to an AWOW team member holding my board at the ready in shallow water. The screaming rocketed up to a terror filled screech that was not only registered on the Richter and heard from space but, like a trained opera singer, she cleansed nearby cars of any pesky windshields within range of the scene. When we got out to my board, I got her on it and laid her down on her belly. She immediately squirmed and flipped onto her back and continued raging, now red faced and crying. With waves approaching and no time to waste, I pushed us out into the oncoming surf and stuck my chin in her lower back, her little butt wedged safely in my Adam's apple. With a firm grip on her core, she could no longer reach my hand or arms, so I could now continue paddling us out safely and quickly to avoid any whitewater. We paddled over the soft shoulders and off we went, our hundred yards out to the line-up. Yes, she was still in a panic and letting the entire beach, full of witnesses, hear it. We got out past the breakers and I caressed her tiny arm and started humming some Bob Marley. I knew she couldn't keep it up forever. Well, I didn't exactly know but I was pretty confident. It's tiring crap, crying and screaming. I could feel in every touch and note, she was submitting and I was rewarding her calming behavior with soothing words. After all, we were smoothly paddling out into the sea. The ocean does the real magic, we just introduce them. We got out about 2/3 of the way to the top and in a moment, she became still and quiet. I stopped and sat up on my board, her hands tightly gripping the rails, making them look even fatter beneath her little baby fingerlings. I asked her if she could see any fish down in the reef. The water was clear and shallow at the low tide, so we could see the rocks of the reef quite easily. She stuck her towhead over the side of the board, searching for fish I was sure we'd never see. I asked her if she wanted to sit up, facing me and she complied, still traced with evidence of the fear in her rearview mirror. Her eyebrows up and now folded hands, she confided in me her concerns for paddling any further and scolded me for oncoming dangers ahead, should we continue. I smiled and agreed. With a small shapely wave approaching and a bigger set wave behind it, I decided to go for the smaller one, as to not be caught inside, which could and would most likely eliminate any traction gained to this point... I wasn't about to let that happen. I asked her to get back in her "spot", belly down, with some verbal bribery to return to the beach, she accepted my demands with delight. I assumed my position and again, gripped her under my chin like a violin and started paddling hard for the nearing wave. The rest is history but as we made it to the inside, I talked her into holding her hands up and this is the result. I was screaming louder than she ever thought possible as we zoomed this little honey of a wave all the way to the sand. Then, what happened next will remain with me forever. With me holding her tight, she grabbed my face, pulled me grill to grill and said, "I tricked you. I DO like surfing!", and grinned.
This photo was taken seconds after that, and my expression speaks for itself. She beat me fair and square, my leg had been pulled. I set her down and she ran to her relieved parents, shouting out glorious claims of victorious conquests. I watched, loading my board under my arm, heading for my next victim, I mean customer and as I did, she turned around and pointed me out to her folks as the culprit. Then she ran back and hugged me and asked if we could go again.
After the lunch break we did go again, and had a great session, contrary to her concerns of my switching into a dry and DIFFERENT wetsuit than earlier, without her consent. It's true, the subject had yet to be broached and although miffed by me acting alone in this decision, as her raised eyebrow would show, she was willing to hear me out. With the hard fought diplomacy we had earned on my board (Camp David), hanging in the winds of balance, I pleaded my case, insisting that it wasn't going to really make that much of a difference which wetsuit I wore. After some thought, consideration and looks of disdain, she accepted my huge apology and we were now free to go. This time the screaming happened on the way in, not the way out. And this time, she was louder than me."
Hooked for life.
-The Malibu Under Dogs
We are an independent team of skaters & surfers
who film our adventures.
Real story telling, real people, from the birthplace of modern day skate and surf. Malibu, California.
The Malibu Under Dogs are
Under Dogs who help the Under Dog.
A Malibu Under Dog doesn't have to live in or come from or have been to Malibu. That's just where we're from. Under Dogs are EVERYWHERE.
Wherever you see someone doing the right thing for someone else, there is an Under Dog nearby.
The "Malibu" part of our name also means that we surf and skate…HARD. Hard enough that barefoot9to5 Productions was formed to get all the footage into a package and out to the public. Not only do the Under Dogs help others in need but they're some of the gnarliest team of skaters and surfers California can offer.
Here is another example of MUD in action.
This is a video we did for THERAsurf, a diverse collective of parents, professionals and members of the surf community committed to the belief that there is healing energy in the power of the ocean.
We take that and turned their day at the beach into this.
THERAsurf video by: the Malibu Under Dogs
One other attribute of a MUD is that they generally do Under Dog stuff when nobody is looking. So, this makes their good deeds more difficult to catch on film. They are the illusive ones. They show up in the dark, finish what they came for, like vigilantes against all negativity and doubt. They take a half empty glass of disappointment and fill both halves with pure Aloha STOKE.
These groups don't "hire" us.
We get involved for the love and to raise awareness for the causes, then barefoot9to5 produces it for the public through the arts of photography, video and writing.
The more creative we are, the more awareness raised.
It's that simple.
We just need some wind under our wings to gain enough momentum to become self sufficient. Being financially limited often is the only thing holding us back from doing more. That's where you come in.
We can't do it alone.
Style counts.
It can't be bought but it can be contagious,
so can kindness.
-Timothy Hazelip
Writer, Creator, Producer and Director of
The Malibu Under Dogs.
malibuunderdogs.com
We need some help getting there.
Organizer
Timothy Iconoclast Hazelip
Organizer
Malibu, CA