My younger dog, Ronan, occasionally has bouts of seperation anxiety. When that happens, he pulls an escape artist act, and gets out of his crate (he knows how to open the doors, or if they're tied shut, collapse one whole side of the crate to get out).
Today, Ronan was at daycare, and despite being in a room with all his bestest best buddies, he busted out of his crate, climbed a shelf, and pulled down a bottle of chemicals from the top shelf. He chewed up the bottle, and may or may not have consumed any of the chemical.
One of the girls at daycare caught it right away, and they did exactly what they were supposed to. They called my vet right away, the vet called poison control, and gave them instructions. They followed those instructions to the letter, and called me.
After talking to the daycare, and hearing what the prescribed remedy was, i called the vet to clarify. Yes, the daycare had it right. If your dog consumes any liquid containing methanol, the antidote is alcohol.
Turns out, we need to give him a shot of liquor every hour for 3 hours, then one shot every 2 hours for 3 more hours. Apparently it doesnt matter what alcohol we use, vodka, rum, scotch, whatever. Just so long as it's straight alcohol, and i should dilute it with a bit of juice or water, and make him drink it. The daycare borrowed from a neighbor, who only had Gin, to get the "treatment" started.
What i find hilarious is that apparently Ronan HATES gin, moderately dislikes vodka, won't touch scotch with a ten foot pole, and prefers rum. Our other dog Jasmine (a big beer fan, famous for knocking cans or bottles from people's hands and drinking it) had no problems with any of the alcohols. She loves them all, and was THRILLED to drink anything that Ronan might have spit out onto the floor. Every time i finished giving Ronan his shot of booze, Jasmine would check the whole kitchen floor looking for even one drop of spilled alcohol. Then, when she found none, she'd come up to me and start begging, like she wanted a drink too.
It turns out that Ronan is okay, he never showed any of the signs that the vet told us to watch for, or did anything out of the ordinary, he was his usual self, just a little drunk. Since he's okay... the whole night is a heck of a lot funnier. We're all a bit tipsy, and off to bed now.