We’ve had a ton of earthquakes since I’ve lived out here. I’ve either slept through them all or they were too slight to feel.
Until now.
Picture the scene: I’m sitting on my couch, watching the episode of The OC where there is an earthquake. I had just finished discussing that I had never felt one myself and within minutes (ok, I’m exaggerating – it was within an hour for real) the house starts to shake.
"Was that an earthquake?" I ask Daisy.
"You’re OC paranoid," she replies.
And then promptly pings me this.
Twitter is twittering, I am blogging, and the house is shaking. However the pets (who I always THOUGHT would alert me to these things ahead of time so I could seek shelter and all that shit) didn’t do a damn thing. No barks. No whining. Simply lazily sleeping on the couch/puppy bed/chair/bed/bed. I mean what good is a menagerie if they’re not an early disaster warning signal??
Happy First Earthquake Day, Aubrey!
Ha, trippy! Eh, you never figure out WTF the pets are going on about until it’s too late to do anything anyway.
Aubs,
You simply must live through a a 71 quake like we did in 1989 in SF. It’s why we live on the Pacific Northwest today!
Cat in Oregon
Last night’s was way cooler. Hope you got a nice, heaping helping of it. 😀