“I thought you closed the lid before you got in the car,” I said, feeling myself panic as I stared at Peppi’s open Thule. “Um…I thought you did….I may have left it open when I got out the dog treats…” said Peppi. “Crap,” I replied, as I started to ruffle through the Thule looking for missing items. All my clothes, boots, and gear seemed present and accounted for—Peppi, however, was not so lucky, as if God had decided to teach her a lesson of responsibility by letting her winter boot escape. We were thirty miles from Cantwel and Peppi’s boot, seeking a new life away from its cramped enclosure, jumped ship at some point in the journey. Due to the expensive nature of this boot, we spent another hour driving to the scene of the crime
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