This morning, my dog was all over me. "I want to go for a walk". I finally gave in. I wish now that I hadn't. I opened the door and he made a mad dash off of the steps, smashing my left hand, knuckles first, into the side of the doorway. Two of my knuckles are cut, bruised, and swollen. I can barely move my fingers. In fact, I just typed this with my right hand. (It took nearly 5 minutes.)
Anne