Few days ago, we went to park. When we were in an overground, people were looking at me, like last time, but one lady asked my owner what’s my name. She told her my name and where my name comes from. Then, the lady said that she works for the magazine and maybe she would write a story about me! That would be sooo coool! She asked more questions about my name and how old I am and where I am from. And she took my owner’s phone number. Fingers crossed to contact her.