Tonight when I got home, I picked up Molly and started to carry her in the other room with me. As I was putting her down, I felt a violent tug on my ear.
Molly's hair got caught in my earring. My expression of discomfort caused her to want to wiggle more and get away, which just pulled on it more.
After J's help unwinding, my dog, my ear and my earring have been salvaged with minimal blood (mine) and minimal hair loss (Molly). Now, my dog & I will retreat to dissolving our anxiety in the world of last night's "Lost".