Folks at the shelter had told me that he had a rowdy, obnoxious play style--much like Dahlia--and he did. But the first few days he was more subdued than I thought he would be, and I could only surmise that he, like many, was a bit overwhelmed by Dahlia's intensity and Fozzie's ambivalence about playing, and sheer mass.
I brought him over to my sister's as soon as I could, and he and Sky were inseparable.
It was hard to get a clear picture of them because they were in constant motion
and were completely in heaven chewing and wrestling and running and playing together. Sky showed Marshal around her new digs, bringing him outside
and leading him in big zooming figure 8's around the landscaping,
then wrestling and chewing some more.
I don't think I can convince my sister to take on another unplanned family addition. But at least we know just what kind of dog playmate we need to find for Marshall.