And the day before I fell down to the foot of the front steps owing my survival to my trusty pupperoo, Animosh who was faithfully at my side ready to come to my rescue at a moments notice (mostly though that's because I always have a hold of his collar when we walk out the front door or he darts off disappearing to the dog lot). Anyway because I had that tight grip, he was easily accessible as an impromptu stabilizer. As I slipped toward the series of slick steps below, I grabbed onto all of his 30 pounds of village born and raised husky mutt to which he bared down digging his claws into the ice. It was a triumphant moment for us. We were a team. I owe him. Even if his saving me was mostly secondary to trying to save himself. The claws digging into the ice may also have been an inevitable law of gravity reaction to which he had no control over from adding my body weight to his. But what can I say I'm a hopeless romantic.
I initially splinted my mallet finger (looked it up on the internet) with a Popsicle stick. The bugger won't straighten out on its own so I devised an almost professional looking treatment. My brother Josh wanted to see a picture of it so I'm taking one, this is for you Joshie. I went to the clinic yesterday and this was the lovely splint wrapping job I returned with.