I've heard Abe and Elle talking about "the move."
I'm not sure what they're talking about. I mean, Abe's always on the move wearing stinky athletic wear, and Elle's always got, like, tight fitting Spandex on before she goes somewhere on that contraption she keeps calling her "bike."
Still, last weekend we, Pearl, Inka and me, were dropped off at the "spa" for a little R&R. And things seemed to have disappeared when we got back the next day. Like, a bed and these boxes Abe and Elle seemed to be putting things into. Pearl seems to know what's afoot even if Inka and I are clueless. Inka seems to think they're just redecorating, but Pearl's been around the block a few times.
"I've seen this all before," she said. "And it ain't good. See, you all weren't born when Carmen and I made the journey west. Back in the day, Abe and Elle moved more often. Nowadays, there's pretty set in their ways. Seems like we're up and moving."
Moving? I don't want to move! I don't even know what that means. I like the parks and the runs Abe and I go on. And the neighbors and the... OMG... the view from the living room. Looking at squirels and such.
Where are we gonna end up?