Last night's earthquake freaked me out. I was home alone (with 4 nice dogs to keep my ass company) when it hit. It was the strongest one I'd felt and certainly unnerving. As the house shook, I tried to grab the dogs and head to a doorway but realized that we wouldn't all fit. And that they weren't interested in waking up. It was Rainie Roo that I grabbed, I'll tell myself that it was because she was the closest to me, but I'll never know. They say it's not cool to have favorites with your kids but maybe it's okay w/ dogs. Yes, I love them all, but I think I'm finally afraid of getting too attached to our old guys, clinging instead to Ms. Sixteen Months old for dear life.