On our evening walk last Thursday, Maizie got all protective when this pug started coming toward us to say hello. She lunged at him, I tried to hold her back, and my finger got caught in her leash. I heard the pop. I felt the pain. And then I freaked out and called my mom. We decided it was jammed and oh well. Unfortunately not. Ever hear of an avulsion fracture? Me neither. But that’s what I have. It’s splinted for now, and I get to see a hand surgeon to make sure it doesn’t require surgery to fix. I’m sure it doesn’t. I sure as hell hope it doesn’t…or someone is getting coal in her stocking.