Last night we had two earthquakes, and I didn’t quite catch the report on the news, but they were probably aftershocks of … another earthquake we had. Anyway, Molly knew with her doggish intuition the earthquake was coming, so she automatically stopped playing ball with Mickey, hopped on Mommy and Daddy’s bed, then … peed! What a doggish, ne? After, she trampled all over Daddy’s papers, was shooed away, then tried to climb onto Mommy’s lap … who was sitting at the computer. O.o Hmm … freaking doggy … She didn’t do anything the time the last earthquake happened. And the cats freaked out last time, but didn’t respond much this time. ó.ò