on the elevator this morning

WOMAN 1: How's X^* doing?
WOMAN 2: He's okay. He's still pretty out of it, but he'll be alright.
WOMAN 1: I'm so glad to hear that.
WOMAN 2: It was really strange, though -- last night he kept jumping up off the bed and running around. All night long.
WOMAN 1: Must be the anesthesia wearing off.

silence. the door opens and I begin to leave. Woman 1 has a mini-epiphany.

WOMAN 1: We're talking about a dog, not a husband!

^* Name redacted/forgotten. It wasn't an obviously doggy name, though.