I Left My Dog on the Elevator This Morning

This morning, everything seemed fine until I reached our apartment. Maybe I was a little sleepy. Here's the big dog with me, I thought, as I unlocked the door. But where's the little one?
Maybe he already rushed into the apartment, and I just didn't...uh...notice...No, doesn't appear to be here...Or...maybe he's still in the hallway.
Uh...oh...
Over 350 people live in our building, and there are three elevators for service to seventeen floors. All I could think to do in my panic was to take the first elevator that arrived, ride down to the lobby and alert the doorman.
When the door opened, there was my little dog in the lobby, waiting at the elevator, wagging its little tale.
Crisis over.
I talked to the doorman later. "The dog was really cute," he said. "He seemed to ask, 'Where is she?'"
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