Rubber Chicken Therapy

black basset hound on a bed with rubber chicken, watching a man with a long pony tail, working at a desk on a laptop computer, behind her

Betty sometimes hangs out in my office while I’m working on work things like teaching and stuff. Betty has fun looking out the window, jumping around like a maniac, chewing on a rawhide, or taking a snooze, but she has an acute sense of when things become a real drag for me. When Betty perceives that some nonsense from an administrator is bringing me down, she brings the remedy: a rubber chicken. There is no cure for administrator-induced agitation that works better than playtime with Betty and her rubber chicken. Betty is happy to fetch the thing when I throw it a mile away, and rubber chicken tug-of-war, well, you know who the rubber chicken represents. I’d be on my way to insanity without Betty the Shrink.

black basset hound on a bed with a rubber chicken in her mouth

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