Not every sticky situation has a happy ending

So I run out during my lunch to get my dog vaccinated. You know me... last minute rushing before my trip. They take her back pretty quick. Then five minutes later, they come out and call for me. Hmm... that's not usual.

I walk up and they take me back to a private room. OH MY GAWD.... They killed my dog!!! That's what I was thinking, but no. They bring her out to the room with a syringe of some brown stuff. Apparently, they had a hard time giving it to her and figured she would cooperate more if I did it.

SAY WHAT???

So I lean down while the girl holds her and have to shoot "half" the syringe in each nostril. HALF THE SYRINGE. What the fuck? She was squirming everywhere and I couldn't get the damn thing close to her nose. So I tell the girl that I will hold her and she can give her the stuff. I wrap myself around that damn dog like we were grecko-roman wrestlers. I wrap my arm around her head and grabbed her snout with my hand. The girl start to put it in one nostril, when Zoey blows the crap all over the place. Dog snot and medicine go flying all over the place (including me). Then the girl quickly jams it into the other nostril and finishes it off. Again with the snot flying everywhere.

I left the place covered in dog snot, sticky medicine, and dog hair all over me. OH JOY.... I figured screw it. I'm heading to work as I am. The first person that mentions something about the hair and snot all over me, I'm shoving a damn syringe in their nostril.

My dog was pissed. No, seriously like Royally pissed. I couldn't understand why she was so upset. She was barking and snapping at all the dogs afterwards. She was taking it out on anything around her. I then remembered that the syringe part was the last part of her traumatic visit. She was poked with needles, had her nails clipped and then a syringe shoved up both nostrils. No wonder she was so upset.