Generally my work in this field of Dogman tends to concentrate on gathering sightings reports, mapping them and thinking an awful lot about what all of this could mean.
There are rarely any answers.
My true goal is not to gain anything, not notoriety, fame or money.
I’m looking to learn as much as I possibly can in the hope that I may be of help to people who come in contact with the phenomenon of Dogmen.
What I want to be able to say is something like:
“take a stick, smear it with tar and sprinkle on dried lavender and keep it just inside your front door to always be safe from Dogmen”.
Or in other words, I want to be able to give concrete advice, to help people protect themselves, be safe and feel safe.
And just to be clear: the tar stick won’t do you any good…
Sadly this creature doesn’t come with an instructions manual.
Observing its behavior toward witnesses, researching ancient lore and everything that has ever been put on paper about this subject still doesn’t offer much in the way of explanations.
As soon as you find some pieces of the puzzle that seem to fit together, to give you an idea, another thing comes along and shatters everything.
That is if you are true.
Some people have an idea and stick with it no matter what, trying to mold reality to fit within the outlines of that idea.
If you’re completely honest and truthful you admit that knowing all that you know means absolutely nothing.
What I can offer in the ways of advice is not even truly related to the Dogman itself. It’s small pieces picked up from skinwalker lore and fleshgait lore that might have something to do with the Dogman:
Not much, is it?
Then I ran into this post in a Dogman group on Facebook. The post is by a woman, Marie, who is also featured on Dogman Encounters Radio ep 48.
I found the post very interesting and I believe it talks about things that would be very useful for people to know.
I have her permission to share her post here:
Native lore and dogmen
As some of you may know I was out doing some bush camping on the weekend.
As I was in southern Ontario and quite near a Indian reservation and needed fuel I stopped on the way home at a native owned gas bar. I’ve known the owner operator of the gas bar for a few years now, he knows I’m a outdoors person and about some of my adventures. He jokes sometime that I should have been a native. So as I trust him and he had time, I told him about the podcast I did on Dogman encounters.
He got a little animated and asked me if I could hang around for a while. So I did.
His shift ended and he asked me to his home for coffee. So I accompanied him to his home.
When we got there he introduced me to his father.
His father is about 70 years old, he has a weathered looking strongly native face and a typically Mohawk native mannerism about him. Stoicism and stalwart.
I was asked to tell my story so we sat on the porch drank strong black coffee brewed with wild chicory and I told him of my encounter.
The old man sat listening silently nodding on occasion but saying nothing.
After my story had been told he sat in silence for a long moment. Then got up and went into the house returning several minutes later with some home grown tobacco a small smooth stone with a wolf figure on it and some sweet grass.
Then he sat and started talking. The talk lasted about 2 hours.
He told me of Wendigo first. Wendigo is a native spirit creature cannibalistic and also a trickster.
Then he talked about wolf people. He told me that when one enters the wilds they should do it with respect for everything around them. You should not enter the bush thinking you know everything.
You should never challenge nature because nature cannot be challenged.
Wolf people show them selves to people in two ways. The watcher is the first way. When one see’s a watcher they can expect to feel scrutinized and a sense of unease. If a watcher interacts with you it may be a trickster, items may go missing from your camp.
It may spring out at you. Scare you or follow you.
He gave me the stone tobacco and sweet grass. Then we walked into the woods behind his home. He instructed me to roll the tobacco between my fingers then lay it on the ground. I did so. He told me to light the sweet grass aflame so I did.
We let it smolder, waving it to the north then south east and west. Saying nothing at all.
The stone he gave me stayed in my pocket. He told me to keep it.
He said the watcher will not hurt you unless you try to hurt it.
We went back to the porch. Sat a bit more.
He said if you are angry, vengeful or have ill intentions you may meet the other kind. If you do something contrary to nature you may attract it. He told me of times angry people have disappeared. Never seen again.
He concluded the conversation telling me that if you enter the wilds with respect you will return home with a sense of peace. But if you enter with ill intentions, anger or with out respect for nature. You may not return at all.
I’ve always loved nature. I’ve always been awed by it’s majesty.
The night I had my encounter Jody was upset that we had been run off by the policeman back in town.
He was angry and hostile about the situation. It went for him.
It all comes together in my mind now.
I’ve never seen a Dogman since.
If I do see one it will probably be a watcher. Because I love and respect nature and it soothes me. Guys when you go out into our be beautiful wilderness do it at peace. Peace with yourself and everything around you.
Fear and anger brings bad things to you.