I'm sorry you ran out of food yesterday and had to eat some other dog's leftovers.
I'm sorry I forgot to buy you food again today and you had to eat a bagel and 12 dog biscuits for dinner.
I'm sorry I didn't let you out this morning until I got home from taking Henry to school.
I'm sorry for a lot of other things too Brodie, like your hair, picking up your poop and the way your breath has smelled since you turned about 7.
If I promise to buy you food tomorrow, will you call it even?
I do love you, you old, stinky, hairy dog. We all do.