Schooled By My 2 Year Old

My dog, E, is a very good dog.  She has a very sweet, loving little canine personality.  She also drives me nuts.  Seriously, Peanuts, this animal annoys the living heck out of me.  It's not all her fault, but that's all a story for another day.  One of the things she does, innocently, that is perfectly obnoxious to me, is beg for attention by coming over and sticking her cold, wet, stinky nose right in my face.  I mean she wanders up all nonchalant, acting like she might just be walking past you as you sit unawares on the floor, and then BAM! Cold wet stinky nose mashed right into your upper lip.  Aargh! I hate these sneak attacks.  I have no tolerance anymore, after so many wet noses on my face. 
A few days ago, we were all sitting out on the back deck, blowing bubbles and enjoying the warm air.  I was cooing over Little Miss in my lap.  Then BAM!
Cold wet stinky nose on my face. And pointy dog claw mashing into my hand.  Aargh!
"E!" I snapped, "Just GO AWAY!" and sent her into the house.  Ugh.  I was grimacing and wiping dog snot from my cheek, when I felt Little One put Her hand on my knee.
"Mamma, hunny.  It ok, mamma.  E jus', she jus' want-a snuggle, mamma.  She jus' tryna snuggle you a little bit.  She don't mean to, mommy, you don't need be mad like this.  You can pat her?" 
Ouch.  When you are getting lessons on love, tolerance, patience, and compassion from a 2-year-old, maybe it's time to do a little soul-searching.  Like, to see if you have one.  I hope I find mine around here somewhere. Possibly it got sucked up into the vacuum with all the dog hair.  At least Little One seems to have hung on to Hers.  Sometimes I forget, but luckily I am so often reminded.  About which of us is the student here, and which the teacher.