Earthquakes & Dogs
We had an earthquake this morning at about 5:25. It woke up my daughter and me. It actually felt like the washer was on the spin cycle because that always shakes the upper floor of our home when we’re washing heavy items.
The earthquake was measured at 4.6 on the Richter scale. The last big earthquake we had in this area was February 28, 2001, which was big and caused a lot of damage. This one, today, was “moderate” and centered not too far from where I live. I doubt we’ll hear many reports of damage. I’ve lived through a lot of earthquakes and fortunately never have been injured or hurt. They are a bit nerve wracking, and of course, now we’ll be hearing about it for the next two days on the news, which is fine by me if it preempts the ceaseless discussion of the economy, layoffs, and Michele Obama’s First 100 Days of Fashion. Oh, sorry, I digressed. 😉
One of the callers to the TV station we like to watch was talking about their dog and how the dog sensed the pending earthquake yesterday afternoon and tried to leave the house. The two newscasters also mentioned that their dogs reacted somehow psychically of the pending earthquake. My youngest (also up and watching the news) and I looked up at each other, paused, looked at our dogs who all three were sounds asleep before, during, and after the earthquake, and we laughed out loud.
Seems our little doggies missed the handing out of the natural disaster sniffing & predicting gene.
But we love them anyway.