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.