An Apology from Wishbone

A couple of weeks ago it was snowing at my house and I wanted to go outside. Five minutes later (after scarfing up all the cat food), I wanted to come back inside. While I stood at the back door with Friskies crumbs on my nose and the most pitiful look I could make, my dad took my picture. Now my dad is receiving hate mail. My mom said I had to apologize . . . 

 

Sorry, Dad.  *sigh*