My morning today started out like any other. Alarm goes off, I drag myself out of bed, shower and head outside to let Baryshnikov the dancing Husky outside.

After our walk, I head towards the garage to dispose of his “gift”. This is when I realized what was different about today. Today, due to the rain, I’d grabbed a coat I hadn’t worn the day before. Since I hadn’t worn it the day before, my keys were not in the pocket of the coat I had on, but in the pocket of the coat I had on yesterday.

I immediately went into a panic and ran (more like flailed) back up the sidewalk towards the apartment entrance to ring the buzzer, hoping the boyfriend hadn’t yet gone into the shower.

No such luck. I rang once… twice… three times the loser. He was in the shower.

Factoring in the two possibilities, that he had either gone into the shower immediately after I first left with Reo or had waited and just now gotten into the shower, I decided to keep ringing the bell intermittently, hoping for the former but suspecting the latter.

Now, on a slight aside, I need to note here that normally when I take Reo out in the mornings, everyone else in the building is out there with their dog as well.

Not today. Today there was no one. NO ONE. Not even someone simply coming out the front entry who could have let me in.

So I stood there for roughly 10-15 minutes, all the while ringing the buzzer every minute or so, until I finally heard the buzzing sound that meant the door had been unlocked. I wondered whether it was the boyfriend, or one of our neighbors who had finally grown so tired of whoever kept ringing they decided to buzz me in. Never mind if I was some psychotic serial killer who only hunted down apartment dwellers who didn’t check to see who was ringing the bell.

Sure enough, the boyfriend had finally gotten out of the shower and heard the buzzer. He had in fact gone into the shower shortly after I first took Reo out. Learning this, and realizing how long of a shower he’d taken, I couldn’t resist promptly blurting out, “You girl.”

Because it’s always a good idea to taunt the person who just rescued your butt.

If you’ve made it this far, first of all congratulations on wasting a portion of your life you’ll never get back on lil’ ol’ me. Secondly, I give you the reason I share this story. Despite how embarrassed I was at having forgotten my keys and nearly making a scene by ringing every apartment in the building until someone let me in… I found great humor in the situation.

See, Reo has become very familiar with the sound of the door buzzer. He’s learned that means someone is here, and he always assumes that someone is here for the expressed purpose of either lavishing him with food or attention.

He gets very excited when the door buzzer goes off. He gets so excited that he’ll bounce around, often performing pirouettes on the floor when the buzzer goes off.

He also doesn’t appear to have put together the difference between the buzzer going off while we’re in the apartment, and me ringing the buzzer while we’re standing outside.

*Reo sniffs around outside, wandering off the front step*

*I ring the buzzer*

*BUZZZZZ* OMIGODOMIGODOMIGODWHO’SHERE?!?! *spin* *wag*

*realizes no one is coming through the door and wanders off*

*BUZZZZZ* OMIGODOMIGODOMIGODWHO’SHERE?!?! *spin* *wag*

You’re damn straight I started ringing that buzzer just for shits and giggles.