mr. sulky sulkatorian

whenever we’re working (which, by our own admission, is a lot), reilley can most often be found sulking. he’d much rather we be throwing his red, shiny ball for him. what he fails to realize is that the grueling hours of work are necessary to keep him living in the haute style to which he has become accustomed. perhaps someday he’ll learn…until then, buck up reilley.