As Betty and I were strolling past a house occupied by some of her friends, I heard a little girl’s voice coming from the back of the backyard: “Look! Oh my goodness! It’s Betty!!” Before I had a chance to extend the leash, the little girl zoomed across the yard and smothered Betty with love. The dogs who live in the house were clearly not happy with this event, but what could I do? Betty is a magnetar.