I don't know what privacy is, but I'm not sure I like it. When mom goes into that little room with the big bowl of water I'm not allowed to drink from (I still don't know why), she actually sits on the bowl. This seems weird, so I go in figuring that if she's just sitting there, she probably wants to rub my ears. But everytime I go in, she somehow quickly turns me around and out the door, which she then shuts. She says she needs "privacy." I don't think I need privacy, but then again, I don't know what it is. All I know is it means I'm on the outside of the room and she's inside and no one is petting me. Boo!
BART
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