Lynx here!

Lynx here! I am a working girl. Buzzkill said, "don't say that because that means different things to different people," but whatever, old woman. She calls it volunteering but that is not right. In volunteering, no one gets paid, and I am paid in so many kisses I am a rich doggo. I need to talk to my assistant (Mom) about my stock options and 401K later... Some people have asked to take me home (um, nope because El Jefe needs me) or offered to babysit me. No way! I am not a baby and no one should sit on their dog. Geez, people, get a clue! I am the greeter at UTSW Simmons Cancer Center on Mondays. There are so many people there to see me that another building is being built! Buzz said the people feel unwell and they get medicine to feel better (but sometimes the medicine makes them feel worse...that makes no sense to me, but whatever). This past Monday, one of my favorite new friends was there for their last infusion (I think it was an infusion of sweet tea, because this is Texas and that is what people drink here). I saw my friend and went over to give her a lean and a snuggle. Buzzkill was then so rude! She said, "we are so excited that we met you and we hope to never see you again in this building!" Seriously!?!? I was totes embarrassed. I will have to educate the old goat on proper manners. Mom said that people do not want to come to this building for help, but it is necessary so they can keep truckin. So, this is where the trucking shortage is... Anyway, I get my photo taken all the time. I am even on the UTSW Instagram page! Woot! People always ask if there are more Dobermans at home, and Mom tells them about Franklin. She said he is her therapy dog, and it would be like Godzilla destroying Tokyo if he were to come visit. When I am not at UTSW, I work other places, like hospitals where kids go to feel better. I get to see the staff, but not the kids (unless we walk by their room and they can wave at us). Because of the beer flu, we cannot visit patients yet. I heard something at the kid hospital once and it made my ears perk up and my head tilt. I started walking toward the sound because I knew something was wrong and they needed a helper - me. Buzzkill stopped me and said it was a baby crying and there were nurses in the room to help the tiny human. I had not seen or heard a tiny human before, so this was interesting. I told Mom I wanted a tiny human, and she cackled and told me that ship sunk waaaaaay before it sailed. So, I guess tiny humans are pirates that show up on ships. Good to know. Sometimes, I go to work with Buzzkill. She said it is because teachers and students are stressed about returning to campus and that there are lots of changes where she works (which are making people even more stressed). I think it is because the old bat is becoming more forgetful and I have to assist her. Needless to say, it is exhausting helping Mom, but I guess someone has to do it! Tee Hee!