I was feeling quite anxious and stressed out today (as is my natural tendency) over something small at work. 

When it came time to feed my puppy, I went ahead to give her her and put it in her dish like normal. For myself, I quickly threw it together, heated it up, and decided to bring it upstairs so that I could try to solve the problem while having breakfast.

My precious angel then decided to break out of the kitchen, pound at my door with her little paws, and sat with me for about fifteen minutes while I agonized over font sizes and spacing. She refused to leave my side and only left when I left, and then proceeded to eat as soon as I sat down to eat myself. Then she went ahead to snuggle with me until I calmed down.

She's about two-years-old and is the most wonderful dog in the entire world.

Also, it turns out that I didn't need to agonize as much as I thought I had to - everything looked fine. I knew it was fine. Just my brain being a little (read: a lot) silly, and I needed to calm down.

Thankfully, my puppy instinctively knew this and she made everything better.

Time with my lovely boyfriend also helped a lot too.