Just realized I missed the 20th anniversary of this by 2 months. First existed as the final minutes of my Sixx Mixx show on LIVE 105 on 10/1/2024. I remember coming of the air studio and everyone at the station sort of walking up being like "what was THAT" partyben.com/sixxmixx/

And PS despite intermittent temptation (even on election night) I have *not* stolen any of his doggie prozac 👍

Anyway, going through all this, I just love this handsome boy to pieces and when he rolls over for belly rubs (something he only started doing a few months ago) I just melt into a puddle. So glad this goober found us. Happy find-a-versary Marvin boy

We think he’s probably half pug half boxer—apparently boxers are very “talky” and Marvin has all sorts of different “woowoo” noises for “dads are home,” “take me out,” or “I’m about to get some cheese.” 14/?

Now it’s been a year, and Marvin is the sweetest, silliest boy. He knows Phoebe runs the house, and plays with Homer like a couple snorting sea lions on Fisherman’s Wharf. He makes eye contact now, he knows his name and a bunch of words including “Rose Bowl” where we take him on long walks 13/?

Well, thanks, Mr. Prozac, cause your little doggie-sized pills (wrapped of course in a little slice of jack cheese) worked magic. Marvin stopped the self-mutilation and calmed down enough for us to take down the kitchen gate where we’d kept him separate from the other dogs. 12/?

After many, many sleepless nights and vet visits and horrible feelings of “have we made a terrible mistake,” vets couldn’t find any physical ailments, so the only recommendation was to try putting Marvin on doggie Prozac. I felt a little weird about that but what else were we gonna do? 11/?

Marvin started to have some trouble—he would snarl and attack his hindquarters and wouldn’t stop unless restrained, or, as I soon found out, if I put him over my shoulder like a sack o taters. The first night this happened, I held him like that for hours 10/?

By that point the bf had come up with the name Marvin. Our other dogs are named Homer and Phoebe and we wanted something that was different enough but also kinda the vibe (although scholarly types have since pointed out the latter two names are a bit more ancient) 9/?

He was also extremely humpy and so we took him in for a lil snip snip, of which this is the aftermath 8/?

He had scratches and bruises that seemed older than just a few hours, and was extremely skittish but so sweet. We got him fed and to the vet who guessed he was about a year old 7/?

In about an hour he shows up with this guy 6/?

But the family who found him posted that they just can’t keep him—they already had a dog and young kids etc. The bf, being the aforementioned good person, contacts them and offers to come pick him up. I don’t go along because aforementioned flu 5/?

The bf is an animal lover and good person and declares we have to go look for the dog. I had a bad flu so I go get bundled up in a coat and scarf, but as we head out the door there’s another post: the dog has been found! 4/?

Anyway, this time, someone has posted something legitimately horrible: footage from their front door camera of a person in a car pulling over, pushing a dog out onto the street, and driving off as the poor dog runs after. I’m glad I only watched it once cause it still haunts and infuriates me 3/?

Let me quickly insert here that the bf is not on any social media at all, but we have a Ring camera so he’s on the Ring app *all* the time. I maintain he treats it like Facebook, he’s always telling me someone has posted about booms that “definitely aren’t fireworks” and are *always* fireworks. 2/?