When I went last year there was a dog right at the fucking door to the plane in my own country.
When I got home, I found about 10 grams of hash in all kinds of little bags, in my washing machine. I did not remember having those anywhere.
I made it a point to goto the Bulldog and literally gave away a quarter of weed and a bunch of hash. All shit I had accumulated over the course of the Cup. All the entries.
Anyways, this had to have been in my bag when I was waiting in line at customs, and that dog was no more than a few feet away.
I got lucky.