Well, here’s my story from this morning’s surprise. I woke up. I heard/felt the headboard shaking and then looked at Oscar. Oscar looked at me with the “I didn’t do it” face. So of course, I thought he had done something and didn’t think anything more of it. And because I can’t normally see a clock from where I sleep (bad vision and all), I didn’t even try to see what time it was. It wasn’t until this morning driving into work that I heard on the radio, “Did you feel the earthquake last night?” I guess the blame doesn’t go to the dog (at least this time).
But that smell right after the earthquake? That was totally Oscar.