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.
