Terror Firsthand #8: The San La Muerte Dog Association

 © Terror Firsthand is a fictional short story blog series that was created in 2024. It is for entertainment purposes only, and I wrote it from the top of my head. Please, do not try any thing dangerous at home. 

Warning: extreme terror

Terror Firsthand: The San La Muerte Dog Association 

While in the mansion in Acapulco, Mexico, I decided to add a kennel and started an organization called The San La Muerte Dog Association. The kennel was full of dogs and there was only one black labrador. His name is Big C. Big C. had control over all the golden and brown labs. They knew he was boss, and never tried to bite him or dominate him. The pit bulls had their own section. There were about lots of different pit bull mixes, and all of them were unique and looked different. 

One day I decided to let all of the pits out of the kennel to let them roam the streets freely. I knew they would all come back with no problems. I walked outside down the street looking for them and I spotted all of them. They were basically just walking around and behaving and acting normal. They weren't biting anyone or barking at anyone or destroying anything. People just couldn't understand why they were walking around loose. I saw some people on the phone calling animal control, but animal control didn't arrive for them. Animal control knew that the pits would bite their face off before they even blinked if they tried to k*ll them. 

Animal control in Mexico really needed to learn how to have a heart. How can they preach about not being cruel to animals, when they are? Euthanizing animals just because you don't have time to care for them is animal cruelty - and they needed to be stopped. Instead of depending on Peta, I decided to take matters into my own hands. People can't just k*ll every animal they see. 

I casted a spell over all the animal shelters in Mexico with the help of San La Muerte so that every time an animal was euthanized, the person euthanizing them would d*e by lethal injection- you know, just to keep the human population "under control." Before you knew it, the spelled worked. Everytime someone k*lled an animal, they would die in the same way that the animal was k*lled on the same day. 

I also used the same spell for hunters. Whoever shoots the animal, would get shot too. If they sliced the animal throat during a satanic ritual, then their throat would get sliced too. If they k*lled the animal for meat or dinner, then they would be k*lled for meat and dinner too. Animals aren't people, but they're still apart of the universe and the ecosystem and they live and breathe. 

Over time, I began to feel good about practicing the spell. More and more humans were afraid to k*ll animals. Some people wanted meat and fur so bad that they didn't care. They k*lled them anyway. They died for meat and fur. So sad. That was the life that they chose to live. I wasn't hanging with those types of people. As a matter of fact, I wasn't hanging with anyone, except the ghost. It became clear to me that anyone eating meat or wearing fur was associated with some type of animal killer. Even fish feel pain when they're caught, researchers say. 

With the dogs 

Peta eventually decided to acknowledge me and they even became the sponsors of the kennel that I had built. I did a commercial with them and became the official spokesperson. Dog owners across Mexico started respecting me. Even the American Kennel Association all the way in America took noticed. They wanted to do a commercial with me but I turned them down. They wanted to become the sponsors of the kennel, but I turned down their offers. I didn't want to associate with them because I was in Mexico. The whole time I was in America, they ignored me, even when I reached out. They discriminated against me because I was black. I thought that was kind of petty and I became embarrassed.

Things started looking up for me. I eventually got San La Muerte to give me permanent residency. I didn't have to worry about a visa or becoming an illegal immigrant. If I ever wanted to go back to America, I could, but I didn't want to. The San La Muerte Dog Association was on the rise to becoming even bigger than the A.K.A. I used the donation check to learn more Spanish, expand the kennel, and rescue homeless dogs and provide them with excellent veterinary care. 

Over time, I became so humane towards animals, that I even stopped k*lling pest. I've said this before, on a previous blog, I've killed skinks, roaches, flies, worms, snails, frogs, and mosquitos. Now, Instead of killing them, I repel them, so they can live. 

There are all kinds of repellent out there these days. If I want a skink to not come near me, I'd just buy a sticky trap. If I want a roach to stay away, I'd just use a powder repellent made of boric acid. If I wanted a mosquito or tick to stay away, I'd use mosquito repellent spray. It's that simple. 

While, I was at Kodak River Campground, I found a few ticks on my body. I immediately learned to use the mosquito repellent. I didn't want to use it at first because of the way the spray smelled, but I didn't want to become infested with ticks, so I got over it. When I first got to Kokak River, I saw alot of snake holes around the campsite. Luckily I had pounds and pounds of snake repellent on me. I wasn't in Camp San La Muerte yet, and I wasn't prepared for any snakes. I hated snakes. 

Snakes have always been pest to me, not my friends. I usually see them in the backyard, swimming in the pond, or at abandoned houses. I didn't want one or multiple ones to crawl into my tent and wrap it's body around me to suffocate me or my dog. I also didn't want to get bitten or poisoned. I've never picked up a snake before. I've never touched one. I'm in San La Muerte now, and if I see a snake, I know that it will mind it's business. Even if it wrapped itself around me or bit me, I still will not die.