Michael Douglas and Catherine Zeta-Jones have been through a lot together. They’ve lived in both the US and Bermuda with their children, Dylan Douglas and Carys Zeta-Douglas, and have experienced many changes along the way.
Now, Dylan is an adult. At 20 years old, he has chosen his own path in life. Being the son of a famous Hollywood star, and the grandson of the legendary Kirk Douglas, brings a lot of pressure.
However, his parents made sure he had the best childhood possible, even moving away from Bermuda to support him.
Michael Douglas was born on September 25, 1944, in New Brunswick, New Jersey, to actor parents Diana and Kirk Douglas.
When Michael was six years old, his parents divorced, and he went to live with his mother. He only saw his father during holidays.
Growing up, Michael Douglas attended the Eaglebrook School in Massachusetts and later went to the elite Choate School.
Michael was introduced to the acting world at a young age. He spent summers with his father, Kirk, who was often shooting films. By his teenage years, Michael knew he wanted to be an actor and asked his father to help him find roles.
Kirk, however, didn’t think acting was right for his son because of the pressure and unpredictability of the industry. He didn’t want either of his sons in show business, but Michael couldn’t be stopped.
Michael Douglas decided to turn down studying at Yale University and instead moved to California.
“I grew up on the East Coast and was going to go to an Ivy League school, but at the last minute, I decided to be a hippie,” he explained. “There were protest movements about the war and peace movements at our university. It was a fantastic time.”
While studying at the University of California, Santa Barbara, he kept asking his father, Kirk, for help to get into the movie industry. In 1966, he landed his first role.
### Start of Acting Career
Michael Douglas made his debut in *Cast a Giant Shadow*, where his father also starred. He played an uncredited driver in the film.
“I was lucky to grow up watching how my father acted, along with stars like Tony Curtis, Burt Lancaster, and Frank Sinatra, who were often at our house,” Michael said on *The Talk*. “You see stars with their insecurities and how they behave, so I think that’s kept me grounded.”
Michael Douglas graduated with a bachelor’s degree in 1968 and decided to move back to the East Coast. This time, he settled in New York City, where he continued to pursue his career in film.
Michael Douglas studied at the American Place Theatre and later at the Neighborhood Playhouse. He landed some leading roles and spent time performing in off-Broadway productions.
### Academy Award Winner
Before his first film role, Michael Douglas had a small part in the television show *The F.B.I.* The producer, Quinn Martin, was impressed with him, and Douglas then got a role in the new police series *The Streets of San Francisco*. The show premiered in 1972 and became Douglas’s big breakthrough.
*The Streets of San Francisco* became one of ABC’s highest-rated programs in the mid-1970s, airing during prime time. Michael Douglas received three consecutive Emmy Award nominations for his performance. He also directed two episodes of the series, gaining experience in directing, which he would use later.
In 1975, Michael produced the classic film *One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest*, which helped establish him as a top producer. The film won several Academy Awards, and Douglas himself won an Academy Award for Best Picture.
By this time, Douglas was a successful producer and director, and everyone wanted to work with him. He produced and starred in *The China Syndrome* (1979) alongside Jane Fonda. The movie received more Academy Award nominations and was named one of the best films of the year by the National Board of Review.
Michael Douglas went on to become a major Hollywood star with his performances as Gordon Gecko in *Wall Street* (1987), in *Falling Down* (1993), and *The Game* (1997).
### Michael Douglas – Catherine Zeta-Jones
During this time, he met his love, Catherine Zeta-Jones. Even before they met, he admired her talent.
“I was watching this movie and thought, ‘Wow, who is this girl? She’s incredible,’” Douglas remembered. He was watching a screening of her upcoming movie *The Mask of Zorro* at that moment.
The two stars met in 1996 at the Deauville Film Festival.
“I had been told Michael Douglas wanted to meet me,” Zeta-Jones said in a 2001 interview with Larry King. “I was a little nervous because I didn’t quite know what he wanted to meet me about.”
Michael Douglas knew right away that he had just met the love of his life.
However, Michael Douglas worried he had ruined any chance of a future with Catherine during their first meeting.
“I said to her after about half an hour, ‘You know, I’m going to be the father of your children,’” Douglas recalled on *The Jonathan Ross Show*, as quoted by E! News. “It sounded good, but she said, ‘You know, I’ve heard a lot about you and I’ve seen a lot about you, and I think it’s time I say goodnight.’”
### Married in 1999
Douglas and Zeta-Jones kept talking on the phone for about nine months and continued to enjoy dinners together. They eventually wondered why they weren’t officially together, so they decided to sit down and discuss it.
“He certainly didn’t want me as an ex-girlfriend on his list, and I certainly didn’t want ‘Michael Douglas’ as an ex-boyfriend on my list,” she said. “We looked at each other one day and said, ‘We’re having a lot of fun together.’”
Their romance blossomed. Despite the 25-year age difference, which attracted media attention, they didn’t care because their love was strong. On New Year’s Eve in 1999, Michael Douglas proposed to Catherine at his home in Aspen, Colorado.
“Both of us were sick as dogs because we had the flu,” Douglas recalled in 2016. Later that year, they got married.
“I don’t take any of this for granted,” Zeta-Jones told *People* during their wedding. “When I look at Michael, I run around like a little girl. I can’t believe I came into his life and he came into mine.”
### Dylan Douglas
Just months after their engagement, there were rumors that the couple was expecting a child. In August 2000, Dylan Douglas was born. He was Catherine Zeta-Jones’s first child and Michael Douglas’s second; his first son, Cameron, was born in 1978 to his former wife, Diandra Luker.
Catherine and Michael welcomed their second child, a daughter named Carys Zeta-Douglas, in 2003. Like any marriage, they faced ups and downs, but their love always prevailed.
Now, their children are all grown up, and Dylan Douglas has chosen a very different career from that of his parents. He seems to be quite the daredevil.
Dylan Douglas is now 20 years old and has already lived in several places.
### Dylan Douglas – Childhood
As a young child, Dylan and his family lived in Bermuda. Michael Douglas has strong ties to the islands because his mother is from there, and he spent many teenage summers there.
In 2001, when Dylan was just one year old, Michael and Catherine decided to move the family to Bermuda. Being two major celebrities, they believed it would be better for their children to grow up away from the spotlight, which can often be toxic.
Douglas and Zeta-Jones, who were living in New York City at the time, wanted their kids to have a safe and calm upbringing without the hassle of paparazzi.
In Bermuda, they felt people respected their privacy.
“Bermuda creates an environment for us away from the entertainment business and gives our kids independence and freedom where showbiz isn’t on everybody’s lips,” Douglas said, as quoted by the *Bermuda Sun*. “It’s a lovely, lovely place.”
However, the family only stayed on the island for eight years because Dylan was diagnosed with dyslexia.
### Dylan Douglas – Dyslexia
Dylan didn’t start reading until he was five years old. His parents, Michael Douglas and Catherine Zeta-Jones, decided it was best for him to attend a special school in New York. So, the Douglas family left Bermuda, and Dylan finally got the chance to show everyone what a great kid he was. He enrolled at the Windward School, which specializes in helping children with dyslexia.
Those years were very challenging for the Douglas family. Not only was Dylan’s half-brother Cameron sentenced to five years in prison, but Michael Douglas also found out that he had stage 4 tongue cancer. He went through chemotherapy and radiation therapy while Dylan was adjusting to his new school.
In the end, Michael Douglas successfully overcame his cancer treatment, and Dylan went on to enjoy school. During an emotional speech at a Windward School fundraiser, Dylan honored the school that helped him overcome his dyslexia and also talked about how his father’s cancer had affected his life.
My Neighbor Stole My Dog, Lied to My Face, and Thought I’d Let It Go
What happened after Kristen stole my dog Charlie wasn’t just neighborhood drama. It was justice served with a side of creative revenge that had our entire town talking for months. Some might call it petty. I call it necessary.
I’ve lived in Oakwood Hills for almost twenty years now. It’s your typical small American town where everyone knows your business before you do. The kind of place where gossip spreads faster than wildfire, and having a decent neighbor is worth more than a clean credit score.
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“Morning, Sarah!” my elderly neighbor Frank called from across the street as I stepped onto my porch with my morning coffee. “Charlie behaving himself today?”
I smiled and gestured to my golden retriever lounging beside me. “As always. Best roommate I’ve ever had.”
Charlie has been my saving grace these past three years since my divorce from Tom. When your husband of 27 years decides he’s in love with his dental hygienist, a dog becomes more than a pet. Charlie became my therapist, my confidant, and my reason to get out of bed some mornings.
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“Mom, you talk about that dog more than you talk about me,” my son Jason jokes during our weekly calls.
He moved to Seattle after college, and while I miss him terribly, I understand. Not much happening in our sleepy town for a 26-year-old with big dreams.
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“That’s because Charlie doesn’t forget to call his mother on her birthday,” I teased back last time.
My life was simple but content. Until Kristen moved in next door last spring.
Kristen is 38 going on 21, with a face so full of Botox it barely moves when she talks. She’s like a walking Instagram filter with a personality as authentic as a stock photo. But the worst thing about Kristen? Her magical belief that if she likes something (a handbag, a hairstyle, a man, or apparently, my dog), it automatically belongs to her.
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“He’s just gorgeous,” she’d gush every time she saw Charlie, reaching over the fence with those long, manicured nails. “I’ve always wanted a golden.”
I should have seen it coming, honestly.
One Tuesday morning, I let Charlie into my fenced backyard to do his business while I packed my lunch for work.
Ten minutes later, he was gone. Vanished.
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“Charlie?” I called, stepping onto the back porch.
Nothing.
My heart dropped to my stomach as I scanned the yard. The gate was still latched. The fence was intact. It was like he’d evaporated.
I called in sick to work and spent the day searching the neighborhood, knocking on doors, my voice growing hoarser with each “Have you seen my dog?”
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“Don’t worry, Sarah,” my friend Diane said as she helped me post flyers around town. “He’s microchipped, right? Someone will find him.”
I posted in local Facebook groups, called shelters, drove up and down every street within a five-mile radius.
Nothing.
Three sleepless nights passed. I’d barely eaten. My son offered to drive down that weekend to help search.
Then, Thursday afternoon, I walked past Kristen’s porch on my way back from checking the shelter yet again.
There he was. Charlie.
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Wearing a new blue collar. Sitting beside her. Wagging his tail like she hadn’t just kidnapped him.
My blood froze in my veins.
“That’s Charlie,” I said as I stopped at the edge of her driveway.
Kristen looked up from her phone, flashing that practiced fake smile.
“Oh, hi Sarah. This is Brandon. My new rescue.”
“No, that’s Charlie. My dog. Who disappeared from my yard three days ago,” I said. “I know it’s him.”
She laughed. “You must be mistaken. My new boyfriend loves goldens, and I’ve owned a golden retriever FOR YEARS.”
At that point, Charlie perked up at the sound of my voice. His tail thumped against her porch boards.
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“He recognizes me,” I pointed out, taking a step forward.
Kristen’s hand tightened on his new collar. “A lot of goldens are friendly. That doesn’t mean anything.”
I pulled out my phone with trembling fingers. “I have photos. Hundreds of them.”
She glanced at the screen, bored. “A lot of goldens look like that.”
“He has a signature birthmark behind his ear. It looks like a heart.” My voice was getting louder now. “Check behind his right ear.”
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“Coincidence. Listen, Sarah, I know you miss your dog, but this is Brandon. I got him from… a friend of a friend upstate.”
That’s when it clicked. She STOLE my dog so her new boyfriend would see what a good “dog lover” she was. My Charlie was just a prop in her dating game.
I could see neighbors peeking through windows, wondering about the commotion. In a small town like ours, this would be prime gossip by dinner time.
I took a deep breath, nodded, and walked away.
I didn’t argue further. I didn’t yell. I didn’t cause a scene.
Instead, I made a plan.
That night, I called Jason and explained everything.
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“Mom, call the police!” he exclaimed.
“And say what? That my neighbor has a dog that looks like mine? Without proof, it’s my word against hers.”
“So, you’re just giving up?” He sounded disappointed.
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“Oh no, honey. I’m just getting started.”
The next morning, I drove to Office Depot and printed flyers. Dozens of them. With a message in big bold letters.
“MISSING DOG: CHARLIE
Fluffy heart. Warm nose. Stolen by a woman with no soul.”
Then in smaller print, “Last seen on Kristen Reynolds’ porch at 42 Maple Street. If you’ve seen Charlie, please scan the QR code below.”
Yep. I added a QR code.
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My son had helped me build a simple website the night before. It contained photos of Charlie over the years including his adoption day, him in his Halloween hot dog costume, and videos of him sleeping on my lap.
The website also had his adoption certificate with MY name clearly visible, and videos of him doing tricks to my voice commands.
And the best part was the camera footage from my neighbor across the street. It showed Kristen opening my gate, calling Charlie over, and leading him away by the collar.
Thank God for Frank and his obsession with home security.
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By noon, I’d placed flyers on every telephone pole, community board, and car windshield within a mile radius.
That evening, I went a step further.
I ordered twenty helium balloons with Charlie’s face printed on them from a shop two towns over. Rush job, cash payment.
Each balloon said, “I’m not Brandon. I’m a kidnapped dog.”
Around midnight, I tied them to her mailbox, her car, her front porch railing. By dawn, her house looked like a bizarre dog-themed party.
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The neighborhood group chat exploded before breakfast.
“Is that Kristen’s house with all the balloons?” Diane texted, with a photo attached.
Someone shared the website link. “OMG! You all need to see this.”
Another neighbor chimed in, “Didn’t she steal Emma’s hanging plants last spring?”
Even the PTO president Helen commented, “Bold of her to name someone else’s dog after her ex-boyfriend.”
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I watched from my kitchen window as Kristen stepped outside around 9 a.m., her face going pale at the sight of the balloons. Her phone must have been blowing up too.
By noon, I heard my back gate squeak. Through the window, I watched as Kristen silently led Charlie into my yard, unclipped his blue collar, and left without a word. No note. No eye contact. Just shame and silence.
The moment she disappeared, I rushed outside. Charlie came bounding across the yard, jumping up to lick my face as I fell to my knees sobbing.
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“You’re home, baby. You’re finally home,” I whispered into his fur.
Kristen still lives next door. We pass each other sometimes at the mailbox or in the grocery store. But now, people whisper when she walks by. No one asks her to dog-sit. Or plant-sit. Or trust-sit anything ever again.
After everything that happened, I added one last update to the website before taking it down. I uploaded a picture of Charlie with a simple yet strong message, “Charlie is home. Kristen is not welcome to visit.”
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I learned something powerful through all this.
Some people think kindness is weakness. They think that because you’re polite or older or live alone, you won’t stand up for yourself. But there’s a fire in me that motherhood lit decades ago, and it still burns bright when someone threatens what I love.
Don’t underestimate a woman with time on her hands, love in her heart, and righteous anger in her soul. We don’t just get even. We get creative.
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