The Michigan Dogman A Diary

I AM AN IMPERFECT MONSTER. They call me the Michigan

Dogman, but no one knows if I'm real. I'm what they call a legend of

Northern Michigan. Maybe a myth. Maybe not.

What I do know is that I'm very lonely, perhaps even ugly, but I've

never looked in a mirror. I know I scare people when they see me, so I

mostly hide until the night comes. With darkness, all things become equal.

I don't turn into a werewolf and howl at the moon if that's what you're

thinking. I'm half-dog, and I'm kind like most canines. It's my appearance

that frightens people, not my personality. I'm close to eight-feet-tall and

weigh an overwhelming five hundred pounds from what I've read. Yes, I

can read. That comes from being half-man.