We don't sulk with everybody. We limit our sulks to a very particular person: the person who's supposed to love us and understand us. And we make this equation that if you love me, you're supposed to understand me even if I don't explain what's wrong. Alain de Botton
Cooler and miserable weather this morning made it seem later than usual, and with the house as quiet as a mouse and no one stirring, Riley thought it was a work day when I went off to shower, so this was where I found him when I came back. He looked so sad and sulky!! He didn't even cheer up when I told him it was Sunday and I would be back soon! Can’t wait for not rushing off in the mornings, and I am not the only one!! The truth is that I totally understood him, even though he couldn't tell me how he felt. Poor Mike usually has to guess when I am sulking...not sure he ever knows what is wrong!!! Just as well he loves me!
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