My experiences with the dogmen of Michigan has been very interesting. The first encounter I had with these curious and strange beings was very calm and serene. It felt as though I knew I was in no danger and everything was okay. My second encounter was harshly different, and it left me with a feeling of dread and worry. Both encounters took place within two weeks of each other, at night, same rough area, and while snow was on the ground. I’ll begin with the first encounter.
Though I’ve had to move closer to Detroit for a better job and education, I still frequently go out into the country to visit Gramma. She and my late Papa took me in when I was a teenager and raised me up right. Since she stays up late, I frequently go over later in the night and smoke with her a while before going to bed and spending the night. My first encounter took place in the second week of December of 2017 on one of these such nights.
I had left the small town of Emmett and was passing by the old country market on the corner of the crossroads of the paved road and the dirt road that my grandma lives on. It was a rare occasion when I hadn’t turned my radio on at all, and I was mainly just contemplating where my life was going.