Today was the latter.
Due to the full-on-puppy-mode, Ms. June was locked in the kitchen while I spent my day inputting hundreds and hundreds of email addresses. Super fun. I heart Excel.
There was whining and whimpering and huffs and puffs. I'd peek in on her every once in awhile, but in general, we were mad at each other.
I decided to take a little break and have a seat on the kitchen floor to say hello. This little one caught me out of the corner of her eye and quickly stretched her way over to my cross-legged lap. She stepped on, put her nose down, pressed her forehead into my chest and just stood there. "I'm sorry, mom."