The other day, I reached for my purse to take a picture of Piggy on one of my outings only to find that she wasn’t there.
I panicked for a moment before remembering that she had journeyed to Florida with us and was probably still in my travel backpack. Not that I would EVER let a bag sit unpacked for two weeks, but …
I grabbed my trusty carry-on backpack – the one filled with zippers and compartments and secret hiding places – and took a look.
She wasn’t in the top pouch, where I usually tucked her.
She wasn’t in the main pouch.
She wasn’t in the side pouch. And here, I really started to panic, because when I stopped and thought back, I was sure I had nestled her in there.
But then I took a closer look beneath the travel cord. Was there, perhaps, a hint of pink lurking in the depths?