When I was about three or four years old, I came into possession of a pair of red patent leather Maryjane’s that I wore everywhere. I probably wore them to bed; I was so in love with those shoes. One summer day, after a rain storm, I was out in the field playing with the aforementioned Ginger when to my horror a shoe suddenly vanished off my foot. It had been sucked into the mire of the cow pasture lost in a mixture of mud and manure. I wept for my lost shoe until another favorite pair came along.
Ten years later, when walking through that came cow pasture, I spotted a shiny red object sticking out of the dirt. I picked it up and dusted it off to discover that is was my missing shoe! Somehow it had come back to me. Too bad I can’t say the same for the dog!