Despite the title this post doesn’t feature any heart-rending pictures of birds coated in crude oil. That’s because the oil that invaded our local beach was palm oil, and it only became “slick” when it came out of Beanie & Biggles. I can however offer some pictures of two very tired and disgruntled little Beagles after their emergency visit to the vet..
The palm oil that washed up on our beach took the form of small boulders (about two feet long by one foot wide). Covered in sand, there was nothing to set them apart from the other rocks and debris that often line the beach – nothing but the smell, that is. They had a stench that’s been described by others as a cross between diesel and firelighters. Personally I’d say the smell also had a hint of tar and ancient cooking fat about it, but regardless, it smelled blummin’ lovely to a certain pair of Beagles.
We were on one of our regular beach runs, and we’d just reached what appeared to be the ideal location for a short offlead romp. As I unhooked their lines, I fully expected Beanie to take off after the birds hanging out by the water’s edge, and Biggles to go after her baying at full volume. Instead, first Beanie, then her brother, made an abrupt 90 degree turn and sprinted off further inland. Beanie was the first to come to a stop and seemed very interested in something. I figured it was most likely poo from a horse or a dog, or possibly another dead bird carcass, because we’d seen a few of them on the beach recently. I watched her for a few seconds to see if she was going to lose interest and come sprinting back to me for a lump of chicken, but no, she stayed put and soon Biggles joined her. Alarm bells started ringing; anytime one of our Beagles wants something more than chicken, it can’t be a good thing. I ran over and found each of them nibbling away at several sand-covered boulders. There were white patches where they’d been nibbling, and whatever it was I didn’t want them nibbling any more of it, but getting them back on lead was not easy because they really wanted that white stuff. After several tries I secured both of them, and grabbed a sample of the white stuff in a poo bag. It felt like soft soap as I scooped it up, but it didn’t smell like soap.
There followed a fast run back to the car, a hurried drive back home, and then once Susan had smelled the sample, an even more hurried drive to the vet. It turned out that vets along the coast had seen this stuff before, and the recommended course of action was induced vomiting which is simultaneously Beanie & Biggles’ most favorite and least favorite veterinary treatment. You see Beanie kind of likes the injection (bizarre I know, but that’s Beanie for you) but they both really like the gratuitous feeding that follows it. In this case all the vet had to hand was a pouch of Whiskas. Yes, our Beagles gorged themselves on cat food (oh the shame) and loved it. They were on a high; this cat food stuff was really tasty, even tastier than the rancid white stuff they’d had earlier. And yet, as so often happens at the vet, what went down quickly soon came up even more quickly. I won’t go into the gory details, but the cleanup needed two kitchen rolls and a quarter of a bottle of disinfectant spray. At times it was difficult to know where to put your feet to avoid stepping on that which had already come up, yet not get hit by that which was yet to come. And oh god the stench..
Happily we’d acted quickly enough to get all or most of the palm oil out of them before it could cause a blockage or severe dehydration. Let enough of this stuff stay in your dog for too long, and apparently it can kill: http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-cornwall-26172678. Even more happily, the vet confirmed that Beanie & Biggles now jointly hold the practice record for most induced vomiting treatments!
It’s now several days after all the drama, and Beanie & Biggles are both back to full health. Beanie came in from the garden this morning covered in mud after embarking on yet another dig-to-Australia project, and Biggles has torn up both of the free rolls of recycling bags gifted to us by the council a few days ago. As for the palm oil, well I complained to both the council and SEPA about it, and apparently it has now been cleaned up, but I think I’ll give the beach a wide berth for a while longer…
I am NEVER going to eat Whiskas again. Probably.
Wow, glad both houndies are okay. Quick thinking on both you and Susan’s part! Probably a trip to the beach sans beagles to confirm all is well would be in order before bringing them along again. But of course, ironically they’d be better than you at confirming if anything remained!
Thank goodness both your furry babies are both OK – what a scare for you! Thanks for posting this because I had no idea it was dangerous and maybe would have waited for it to re-appear naturally. The look on their faces after the trip to the vets is priceless!!
Thanks Susan & Julie.
@Julie: Yep it’s definitely best to get the stuff out of them before it makes it through the stomach, but if you’d smelled this stuff I reckon you’d have reacted just like us. It is not a healthy smell at all, and I’m used to some pretty bad smells!
@Susan: I’m thinking of doing a couple of runs strictly on shortish lead, so I can use Beanie & Biggles as detectors. I should be able to pull them away quickly enough if they find any more of this stuff. If I get a couple of passes without any finds, then maybe we can get back to our normal routine!
Wow, how scary, leave it to Beagles to find the worst stuff anywhere.
Glad it turned out well for them and you and Susan.
I’m sure they will point it out if there is more out there.
Silly hounds.
@Sue: Silly hounds indeed. The vet said at the time that although she could do something about the palm oil they’d eaten, brain transplants were beyond her ability :)