Apparently I can West African Dance but walking the dogs as they smell goose poop and make a beeline for it is beyond me. When we were taking our walk last night...very late as I worked a very LOONNG day.....Clancy and Simon decided to have a snack of the goose poop on the street. Unfortunately, my legs were in the way and down I went. Even though it is only my little finger I landed on, it was not designed to stop my body from falling...so.....yes it is broken.(There is a perk being married to an orthopeadic surgeon as he could tell me it was broken.....too be fair...so could I!)He does an absolutely fabulous job of taping it up though! Can I tell you how hard it is to type without your left little finger? Who knew I used it that much?