Nephew's dog nearly took off my thumb

My career as a writer could have been short lived. :::shakes head:::

Last night, just about dusk, one of my nephew's dogs busted its chain and was out there running around with a 5 foot length of chain dragging behind it. So, like a good aunt, I went out to tie the dog back up.

And, like cats, the cats decided that it was a good time to sneak in to eat the dog's food. The dog, of course, did not approve of the cats' plans.

The cats all went flying in assorted directions as the dog did what dogs do and jumped into a fast lunge to go after the cats. This was, of course, timed to the point where I was trying to secure the chain on a snap deal and so when the chain jerked free of my hand it tried to take my right thumb with it.

My poor thumb is now all skinned on the inner edge of the first knuckle, which leaves me typing one handed with my left hand.

What is truly bad is that I still have several hours of typing work to do and tomorrow I have to make some strawberry beds. When I was in town earlier I got some cement to use in making stone retaining walls around an electric pole set up on a hill in the yard. The stone walls will reinforce the slope so it don't erode away and the strawberries... well, they're for eating.