As published Larissa and her MBR Acres counterparts are 16 weeks old.
For Larissa it’s just a normal day – woken up with hunger pangs (of course she’s a beagle) – fed with her brother and sister by a sleepy owner – played briefly with her brother and sister – then back to her favourite part of the sofa for a much needed rest – remember shes still a 16 week old puppy.
For the MBR Beagles today can not be more different to the other 112 days on God’s earth.
The previous week they were taken in trolleys to the ‘despatch shed’ – they were woken up when the shed lights are automatically turned on at 6.00am – They hear the workers go in between 07.30 and 08.00 – soon after the workers enter the shed some with mops and brooms, some with clipboards.
The routine of this day is different but the beagles do not know why or how.
A Impex van arrives at MBR Acres at 11.28am, Tuesday 22nd October 2024, and escorted by security staff to the grey soundproofed and light less end sheds on the site.
At this time Camp Beagle raises the alert for fellow beagle lovers and activists to ‘man their positions’ at Labcorp(se) Huntingdon which is some 10 minutes away from MBR Acres, Sequani which is some 2.5 hours away, Envigo which is 2 hours away and Charles River which is some 6 hours away.
The 16 week old beagles, which were placed into their dog crates soon after the workers arrived at 08.00am, are literally thrown into the back of the van by the workers in order that a colleague and driver for the notorious Russel Phillip Morgan, one of the most hated Managing Directors in the UK, can stack them ready for despatch.
At 11.42am the van leaves MBR Acres – they pass the activists at the gates who don’t shout or swear but only record the sad event to a waiting digital world and monitor the noise levels of the screams and wimping.
This collection was different to others – 99.9% of the time the Impex vans turns right which is the quickest way to get to the A14 or A1 – not this time – they decide to turn left as if, like a funeral cortege, they wish for the beagles to ‘see’ places along the journey like Camp Beagle itself.
Today the beagles would be delivered to a puppy hungry lab – in this case Sequani Ledbury where they were delivered at 2.07pm.
Today the screaming beagles will be ‘stored’ in a waiting area or pen upon arrival – clicked off a spreadsheet and then allocated an experiment – tomorrow chances are the inside of their velvet ears will be tattooed so that their journey from lab to their ultimate death and then their final resting place of a hazardous waste bag can be carefully recorded for their valued clients and, of course, the Home Office.
Pointless testing and experiments will be conducted on the beagles for various lengths of time depending on the clients exacting requirements – Perhaps a toxin which has been tested before? Regardless of what test that is allocated no beagle will get out alive.
For Larissa tomorrow is just another day – woken up with huger pangs (of course she’s a beagle) – fed with her brother and sister by a sleepy owner – played with her brother and sister – then back to her favourite part of the sofa for a much needed rest and repeat for the next 12/15 years.
Just let this sink in.
The Camp Beagle Team