Something very confusing is happening at my house. There are boxes and strangers. I am not quite sure what exactly is going on, but now there are also suitcases.  When the luggage comes out, my concierge friend usually comes to be entertained. 

My friend did come to visit, although not as usual.  She kidnapped me and brought me to the other Park Street.  She didn’t really kidnap me because Mom packed all my stuff, Dad helped load the car and I hopped right into the front seat.  Yet nobody thought to give me an explanation as to the plan.

I really don’t mind my concierge’s house.  We have a lot of substitutions around here, though.  Swap this park for that, this creek for the other, etc. Don’t worry, I made sure to mark all around so my presence is known.  There isn’t as much space here, but I have a bed in every room.  My favorite is the couch in her office.  She clacks away and I nap until I nudge her that it is time for an adventure!