There was an earthquake in Los Angeles at 6:25 a.m. on St. Paddy’s Day. I’ve been through a few quakes, but this one felt a little more “mean.” Instead of a gentle rolling effect, this one bounced my bed a couple of times waking me up. I didn’t hear a peep from Princess Piggy Poo, though.
I turned on the news to hear the reports and people who called in mentioned that their dogs and cats weren’t too bothered by the ground shaking. Actually, I cared more about what the animals thought — I always believed they have a special sense about things Mother Nature brings us — and since they weren’t upset, I figured this probably wasn’t “the big one” and went back to sleep.
When I woke up and got Princess Piggy Poo out of her cage, I realized her daily life has a series of earthquakes. She feels the earth move every time I pick her up. When you’re a little guinea pig, anytime your feet aren’t on the ground, you’re getting jostled. When I walk around the house holding her like a cavy pigskin, she’s being bounced like the St. Paddy’s Day earthquake. Even when Princess Piggy Poo is chillaxing on my stomach while I watch TV, she lifts up and down with every breath in and out like those rolling earthquakes. Given how nervous people get after an earthquake, it really makes you appreciate life from a guinea pig’s perspective, especially the need for a really strong hiding house.