I took off my sandals during our walk yesterday because the grass on the oval was very wet and I hate walking around in wet sandals (and like walking barefoot). I stuffed them in the backpack I was carrying to put my groceries in.
An hour later I arrived at the pub that I drove my friend to for her birthday dinner. And realised my sandals were not in the car as usual! I went to ask the staff if I would be kicked out but they said it was fine. So I stayed. Barefoot.
I knew I left the backpack on the kitchen chair and I was sure that Banjo would check it out as it was one of the last things I touched before I left and she cannot resist investigating a bag within reach anyway. So I had written off the sandals.
When I came home, the backpack was on the loungeroom floor. I found the sandals under it. In one piece!
This is the first time since we got her that she has not destroyed a piece of shoewear within her reach when she was left alone. Halleluiah!