Marmaduke dug a large hole under his doghouse (the interior of which I could have sworn was supposed to be disproportionately enormous, but asking for continuity out of Marmaduke creator Brad Anderson is like asking your 100-year-old grandpa what he had for dinner last Thursday). Marmaduke's owner-man and fat, elderly neighbor, who tend to have absolutely nothing better to do than lean on their backyard fence and make wisecracks about what Marmaduke is doing, lean on their backyard fence and make wisecracks about what Marmaduke is doing.