I live in a high-rise apartment building with 16 floors, all of which look exactly the same. This morning, Charlie and I were headed back upstairs after our walk. We got off on our floor, she did her familiar sprint down the hall (lord she loves being off the leash), and I opened my door. Or tried to. After jiggling the key in the lock for a few seconds, I looked up and realized I
was at my apartment - just two floors below. So for anyone in apartment 1018 - real sorry about that 6am wake-up call. I'm sure there is video footage of me scooping up the dog and making a run for it.
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