Sweet Marshall was adopted from an animal sanctuary in January of 2012. He'd had a rough life, being bounced around from home to home due to misunderstandings.
When we went to the shelter, we were interested in Marshall's kennel mate, but Marshall did all he could to impress us so we'd bring him out to play also. We ended up adopting BOTH dogs just after the New Year.
Marshall was a chubby little guy who was a couch potato. He disliked going outside, even during potty time, and would quickly do his business then run back to the house. He also hated wearing his leash & would refuse to walk if we put it on him. So we'd let him outside without the leash. While I walked our other two dogs, Marshall would get impatient & bark at the front door, hoping someone would open it & let him back inside. One time, we left the front door open and he put himself back in the house, but he kept peeking his head around the corner to see where I was with the other dogs.
He loved hanging out in the kitchen during meal time & would roll up on his back, usually blocking the fridge. He would also do this funny thing with his arms where it looked like he was trying to rub his own belly. We called it "Julius Seizure". Marshall was such a goofy boy, so we thought the goofy name suited him.
Marshall was all about Marshall. If we were petting one of the other dogs, he would wiggle his way over & squeeze in between us so he could get some pets too. He loved snuggling and belly rubs, and he loved to smile!
Just 7 or 8 months after we adopted him, Marshall started having problems which the vet thought was a urinary infection. When the antibiotics didn't work, they did an altrasound and discovered a tumor in his bladder. He was put on more pills which seemed to help, but around Thanksgiving, our poor baby took a turn for the worse.
From that day on, Marshall spent all his time in my dad's leather reclining chair. We would rock him gently and he enjoyed that. Although he was gravely ill, he still kept a smile on his face & never lost his love for life. His energy recovered a bit for Christmas, and by his "birthday", he had a spark that we hadn't seen in a long time. We knew it'd be his last birthday, so we went all out & had a big custom cake, pizza, and a big bouquet of flowers. Marshall looked so happy!
But just over a month later, Marshall reached the end of the road. He stopped smiling and that's when we knew it was time to let go. We had to wheel him to the car in his little red wagon, which he loved going for rides in. And we took his polar bear toy with him to the vet.
Everyone in the vet's office was in tears, especially the secretary. She was Marshall's "girlfriend". He would always walk behind the desk and say hello to her.
Marshall was a real character that brought so much life and humor to the house. It feels unfair that we barely had a year with him.
When we went to the shelter, we were interested in Marshall's kennel mate, but Marshall did all he could to impress us so we'd bring him out to play also. We ended up adopting BOTH dogs just after the New Year.
Marshall was a chubby little guy who was a couch potato. He disliked going outside, even during potty time, and would quickly do his business then run back to the house. He also hated wearing his leash & would refuse to walk if we put it on him. So we'd let him outside without the leash. While I walked our other two dogs, Marshall would get impatient & bark at the front door, hoping someone would open it & let him back inside. One time, we left the front door open and he put himself back in the house, but he kept peeking his head around the corner to see where I was with the other dogs.
He loved hanging out in the kitchen during meal time & would roll up on his back, usually blocking the fridge. He would also do this funny thing with his arms where it looked like he was trying to rub his own belly. We called it "Julius Seizure". Marshall was such a goofy boy, so we thought the goofy name suited him.
Marshall was all about Marshall. If we were petting one of the other dogs, he would wiggle his way over & squeeze in between us so he could get some pets too. He loved snuggling and belly rubs, and he loved to smile!
Just 7 or 8 months after we adopted him, Marshall started having problems which the vet thought was a urinary infection. When the antibiotics didn't work, they did an altrasound and discovered a tumor in his bladder. He was put on more pills which seemed to help, but around Thanksgiving, our poor baby took a turn for the worse.
From that day on, Marshall spent all his time in my dad's leather reclining chair. We would rock him gently and he enjoyed that. Although he was gravely ill, he still kept a smile on his face & never lost his love for life. His energy recovered a bit for Christmas, and by his "birthday", he had a spark that we hadn't seen in a long time. We knew it'd be his last birthday, so we went all out & had a big custom cake, pizza, and a big bouquet of flowers. Marshall looked so happy!
But just over a month later, Marshall reached the end of the road. He stopped smiling and that's when we knew it was time to let go. We had to wheel him to the car in his little red wagon, which he loved going for rides in. And we took his polar bear toy with him to the vet.
Everyone in the vet's office was in tears, especially the secretary. She was Marshall's "girlfriend". He would always walk behind the desk and say hello to her.
Marshall was a real character that brought so much life and humor to the house. It feels unfair that we barely had a year with him.
Sweet Marshall was adopted from an animal sanctuary in January of 2012. He'd had a rough life, being bounced around from home to home due to misunderstandings.
When we went to the shelter, we were interested in Marshall's kennel mate, but Marshall did all he could to impress us so we'd bring him out to play also. We ended up adopting BOTH dogs just after the New Year.
Marshall was a chubby little guy who was a couch potato. He disliked going outside, even during potty time, and would quickly do his business then run back to the house. He also hated wearing his leash & would refuse to walk if we put it on him. So we'd let him outside without the leash. While I walked our other two dogs, Marshall would get impatient & bark at the front door, hoping someone would open it & let him back inside. One time, we left the front door open and he put himself back in the house, but he kept peeking his head around the corner to see where I was with the other dogs.
He loved hanging out in the kitchen during meal time & would roll up on his back, usually blocking the fridge. He would also do this funny thing with his arms where it looked like he was trying to rub his own belly. We called it "Julius Seizure". Marshall was such a goofy boy, so we thought the goofy name suited him.
Marshall was all about Marshall. If we were petting one of the other dogs, he would wiggle his way over & squeeze in between us so he could get some pets too. He loved snuggling and belly rubs, and he loved to smile!
Just 7 or 8 months after we adopted him, Marshall started having problems which the vet thought was a urinary infection. When the antibiotics didn't work, they did an altrasound and discovered a tumor in his bladder. He was put on more pills which seemed to help, but around Thanksgiving, our poor baby took a turn for the worse.
From that day on, Marshall spent all his time in my dad's leather reclining chair. We would rock him gently and he enjoyed that. Although he was gravely ill, he still kept a smile on his face & never lost his love for life. His energy recovered a bit for Christmas, and by his "birthday", he had a spark that we hadn't seen in a long time. We knew it'd be his last birthday, so we went all out & had a big custom cake, pizza, and a big bouquet of flowers. Marshall looked so happy!
But just over a month later, Marshall reached the end of the road. He stopped smiling and that's when we knew it was time to let go. We had to wheel him to the car in his little red wagon, which he loved going for rides in. And we took his polar bear toy with him to the vet.
Everyone in the vet's office was in tears, especially the secretary. She was Marshall's "girlfriend". He would always walk behind the desk and say hello to her.
Marshall was a real character that brought so much life and humor to the house. It feels unfair that we barely had a year with him.
When we went to the shelter, we were interested in Marshall's kennel mate, but Marshall did all he could to impress us so we'd bring him out to play also. We ended up adopting BOTH dogs just after the New Year.
Marshall was a chubby little guy who was a couch potato. He disliked going outside, even during potty time, and would quickly do his business then run back to the house. He also hated wearing his leash & would refuse to walk if we put it on him. So we'd let him outside without the leash. While I walked our other two dogs, Marshall would get impatient & bark at the front door, hoping someone would open it & let him back inside. One time, we left the front door open and he put himself back in the house, but he kept peeking his head around the corner to see where I was with the other dogs.
He loved hanging out in the kitchen during meal time & would roll up on his back, usually blocking the fridge. He would also do this funny thing with his arms where it looked like he was trying to rub his own belly. We called it "Julius Seizure". Marshall was such a goofy boy, so we thought the goofy name suited him.
Marshall was all about Marshall. If we were petting one of the other dogs, he would wiggle his way over & squeeze in between us so he could get some pets too. He loved snuggling and belly rubs, and he loved to smile!
Just 7 or 8 months after we adopted him, Marshall started having problems which the vet thought was a urinary infection. When the antibiotics didn't work, they did an altrasound and discovered a tumor in his bladder. He was put on more pills which seemed to help, but around Thanksgiving, our poor baby took a turn for the worse.
From that day on, Marshall spent all his time in my dad's leather reclining chair. We would rock him gently and he enjoyed that. Although he was gravely ill, he still kept a smile on his face & never lost his love for life. His energy recovered a bit for Christmas, and by his "birthday", he had a spark that we hadn't seen in a long time. We knew it'd be his last birthday, so we went all out & had a big custom cake, pizza, and a big bouquet of flowers. Marshall looked so happy!
But just over a month later, Marshall reached the end of the road. He stopped smiling and that's when we knew it was time to let go. We had to wheel him to the car in his little red wagon, which he loved going for rides in. And we took his polar bear toy with him to the vet.
Everyone in the vet's office was in tears, especially the secretary. She was Marshall's "girlfriend". He would always walk behind the desk and say hello to her.
Marshall was a real character that brought so much life and humor to the house. It feels unfair that we barely had a year with him.
