Douglas G. Swanson, MD

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the quiet town of Maplewood, patients would often notice something peculiar outside Dr. Douglas G. Swanson's office. Every afternoon, just as the doctor's car pulled into the parking lot, a small dog would appear from nowhere and dash towards him, tail wagging wildly. One day, an elderly gentleman approached Dr. Swanson, curious about his canine companion. ‘Doctor,’ he asked with a twinkle in his eye, ‘how do you manage to attract such a faithful friend every afternoon?’ With a smile, Dr. Swanson replied, ‘Oh, that’s no ordinary dog—it’s just my regular afternoon visitor.’

2. In the small hours of morning, when only moonlight illuminated Douglas G. Swanson’s office, a delivery driver noticed something odd on the doctor’s desk. A jar labeled ‘Experimental Sleep Aid’ stood there, its contents glowing faintly in the darkness. Curious, he peered closer and saw tiny, smiling figurines floating inside—obviously some sort of novelty sleep aid. The next day, everyone in town was talking about Dr. Swanson’s new invention, and soon his waiting room was filled with laughing patients. It turned out that the good doctor had simply mixed up his ingredients one night.

3. In the early hours of dawn, when most townspeople were still asleep, a curious little dog began visiting Dr. Swanson’s office. Each morning, he would appear from nowhere and sit patiently outside the closed door. Finally, one day, an old delivery driver noticed the dog and decided to follow him. The canine led him right into Dr. Swanson’s office, where he found the good doctor hard at work—on his latest bestselling novel. Turns out, Douglas G. Swanson, MD, was also Douglas G. Swanson, author, who used his patients’ waiting times for inspiration. And that’s why, every morning, the same friendly pooch showed up—looking for his next adventure in literature.

4. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached Douglas G. Swanson’s office, he swore he heard faint laughter coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw no one—just an empty room lit by a single lamp. Finally, the delivery driver left, shaking his head. The next morning, when Dr. Swanson arrived, he found a note on his door: ‘Dear Doctor, your sense of humor is contagious—we hope you’re feeling better!’ Turns out, it was just a prank by a neighborhood kid who thought doctors needed more rest.’