Yesterday maintenance got the door mechanism re-set
and now the key fobs will let the door open at last.
Meanwhile most of the doors on the other bedrooms did the same
sputtering-out of the lock mechanism
and all THOSE had to be re-set.   

Nurses' station staff is still growling about it,
but at least we can get in and out of our bedrooms now.

Oh, I still find the whole missing-dog saga too complicated to work out.
That patient is still in treatment.
They got their treatment stepped back up to the main residence.
Now, at last report, they have got a significant friend living nearby, somebody they met after admission to what they call "the asylum" . That significant friend has stepped up to dog-care duty. And there is now more than one dog, don't ask me how many, but "my dogs" it is, now, plural instead of singular.
Right this moment, however, the patient is out of the country, visiting the wealthy and spendthrift family for a week.
No more hotel rooms with relatives,
as the significant friend living nearby can keep the dogs ...
all most irregular ... but when you have got the money,
somehow, all manner of things can be negotiated.
It's all a bit much.