Jack Wagner (6:36)
It's not me, it's you and Jack. But Jack's obsessed with it. Jack loves ghost stories. He loves that kind of stuff. So does Steven. And so they have, like. They, like, really created their friendship over this podcast. And now, I mean, we went to their house last night for a movie night. Like, we're very close with them, and it really. I think this podcast is part of that. And so I had never told him this. This. We call it Man Dog, but I'm hearing people call it Dog Man. My mom was in town a few months ago, and so I had two friends over for dinner, and I cooked dinner, and my mom was there, and our friends were talking about how they think there's, like, a ghost in their apartment. And then Jack was sort of pulling questions out, like, pulling answers out of them, because he was really interested in their ghosts. I mean, even in our house that I'm sitting in right now, we have. It's really old. It's from the 1920s, and a woman died here, and the lights act strangely, and Jack thinks it's a positive ghost. Only love and light exist, he's always saying. But I'm like, whatever, that's just an old house. And so we were sitting here, and he was like, at this dinner with my mom and my two friends, and he asked the table, he was like, does anybody else have any sort of otherworldly stories? Or. My mom looks at me and she goes, well, do you remember man dog? And I was like, oh, my God, I completely forgot about Man Dog. And obviously, Jack's ears perked up, and he was like, man dog? What are you talking about? And then my mom was like, well, we were in Michigan, and then Jack stopped her, and she goes, wait, you know, the Michigan Dogman is, like, a legend. And we didn't. We knew that, like, dog man, or man dog, as we call it, was sort of a, you know, a lore. But I didn't know specifically that the Michigan Dogman was this, you know, interest in a lot of worlds of otherworldly conversation. And so I remembered it, and my mom told a very brief version of the story, which is what I remember. But I haven't really intentionally, because Jack wanted me to do this podcast. I haven't really heard their full versions, because I think probably for the best for your storytelling and for this story, I could just tell my version of it. Because if you talk to my aunt, she might have a. I think memory works in very funny ways. So I think it might be more interesting if we tell you our raw versions of our stories. And so my mom told the story, the brief version that night, which was when we were driving through rural Michigan. We saw this dog with the face of a man. I kind of like, had put it back somewhere in my brain, but it wasn't something that was like, oh. It was like, oh, yeah, the man dog. It wasn't something that took me a while to recall. It was something I remembered immediately when my mom said that Jack was like, why haven't you've never told me that? That's the craziest thing that you've ever done. Why haven't you told me that? And I just hadn't even thought about it in a really long time. So I think it was just one of those things. I also am not a person who is like, that was otherworldly. That was spooky. I was just like, that was really weird. That dog had the face of a man. And so it wasn't something that would have. Would have like, been something that I would have been like, oh, my God. I had this spooky story. Because I really didn't have a spooky story in my head. It was more of like a crazy thing that happened to me. I was 13. My aunt had an apartment in Chicago and a house in Bu, Like a country house in Buchanan, Michigan. And we were going to visit her house because we'd never been there. And her husband is an artist who is very talented at a lot of things. And he. They bought this house in Buchanan and they. It was an old house that he modernized with, you know, a new architecture and an add on. And it was still. It had the sense of it being old. And the basement was really scary, I remember. But it was also a testament to their style. He loved mid century modern stuff. And my aunt has like a tiny collection of chairs that are all like famous mid century century modern chairs. Like, they're into that kind of stuff. I remember at night it was so dark and so quiet that you almost couldn't sleep. Only sounds you would hear were like howls and rustling and like the scariest shit ever. So sleeping there, I remember, was like a nightmare for me. And so we went out there from Chicago and we were there. I was 13. I was probably, you know, whatever how 8th or 9th grade. I ended up going to my mom's room and sleeping in her bed. I Remember, Because I was so scared. I remember also, like, it took a while to get anywhere because the roads, I mean, you were just so far out that your house would be 30 minutes away from wherever you were getting your supplies or going to a restaurant or. In my memory, it was very far away. And so they were all. And all the roads were super rural. You barely saw another car when you were driving down them. There were sort of just like land to the left and to the right. And so they had a nice house on their street, but the houses next to them were not very nice. Like they were really, you know, run down. And people clearly weren't keeping, you know, maintaining them. And they were a little spooky, you know, like, I wouldn't want to go there alone. Yeah. And everybody's house was super set back on their lots, so you could see them, but not completely. So it was also like that weird thing of not seeing anyone was sort of scary. Like you really did feel like you were alone. Everywhere you went, there weren't a lot of people around until you went to like a restaurant or a farmer's market. Then you would see a lot of people. But clearly these people are coming from all over the place. I remember not sleeping very well, obviously, because of the darkness and quietness. And we got up and we were like. We went to breakfast, we had lunch, we did the thing, we went and had drinks. And then I remember it being dusky. Like, I remember part of the reason we left was because it was getting. It could get dark soon. And so I remember we were driving from like one place to the next, and it takes a really long time. So we were going down these super rural roads. My aunt and uncle had this Land Rover. And I remember the Land Rover because when we were driving in Michigan, we would pull over all the time if there was like a dead animal in the road and she would check on it or. Or you know, if it was like a raccoon, she would like take its tail. She's very strange, but amazing. The four of us are in the car. My uncle was in driving the car. My aunt was in the passenger seat. My mom was on the left side in the backseat, and I was on the right side in the backseat. And we were driving. And obviously we were driving on the right hand side of the road. And you know, we'd just come from something. And I remember it being like a pretty rural part of the road and we kind of are driving. We see something ahead in the distance and it's sort of like a To me, I remember it being like. I didn't know what kind of animal it was because it was sort of. You know, when a dog is sleeping and it wraps itself up in itself. So we're driving and we see something ahead on the road, and I don't really know what kind of animal it is because it's sort of curled up in itself. And my uncle, I remember him being like, what is that? Like is. And then my aunt, we pull up next to. And my aunt, you know, she. She likes to check on animals, as I said. And so she was like. Wanted to get out and check on it. And my. I remember my uncle being like, no, stop. I don't think you should get out of the car. And he got out of the car, and I remember I was on the side of the road that had the dog on it. And so I remember, like, opening the door to the car and watching him go out and look at this do. And the dog stood up. When the dog stood up, I remember being like. Like, the thing I'll say is the dog to me reminded me, do you know when Sirius Black turns into a dog in Harry Potter? So I remember the dog having that kind of shape, like mangy, but skinny, but long, and sort of feeling sad for the dog because. Feeling like the dog maybe was abandoned or whatever. But when it stood up, it was very clear that the dog had confidence. And. And the dog. This is a weird thing to say, but it felt like the dog knew itself. You know what I mean? Like, the dog was very aware of itself and self assured. And I remember my uncle was like, whoa. And he took a few steps back. He slowly, slowly walked back to the car, and then he got in the car, he closed the door and said, look at that dog's face. Like, look at the dog's face. And as we turned back, I remember the dog started approaching the back of the car very slowly. And the dog, I swear to God, we look behind us and we're all looking out the back window, and the dog props itself up onto the car and looks at us through the back window. And the dog, I swear to God, had the face of a man. Like, it was a man's. It wasn't a threatening face, but it was very clearly a human man's face. Like, so masculine in the way that it reminded me of in my memory. It reminded me of like Cary Grant or. Or like Marlon Brando. Some, like, really distinguished, confident, you know, rugged, a little bit man. Like, truly like a leading man. You know how a dog's face is pointed with its nose and you know how like a pug is flat. It was neither of those things. It was sort of like the shape of a human. Like, it was rounded in a way that doesn't. That I've never seen in a dog before. Like it was. Or since I have two dogs, one sitting on my lap. And like, the funny thing about it was it was. Yeah, it was just like. It didn't have like a point to its face. It didn't have a smashed face. It had like a curve, curved human face. And so I remember that being the thing that made me be like, oh my God, that's the face of a man. Like, it wasn't a dog. The face, the body completely. But the face was strange in its. And the thing was, it looked at us too. So I think the looking at us, it looked at us and it felt like being looked at by a man. It didn't feel like when a dog looks at you, it felt like he was consciously recognizing that we, that he, that it was. That he was like, yes, I am a man. Like, he, he stood up on the back of the car to be like, I. Yes, you were right. I have the face of a man.