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.