Last night, Wayne was taking his time getting to dinner, I like my food piping hot, he, not so much. So...I started without him and was joined by the furry ones. I sneaked them each a very small piece of pork tenderloin. In comes husband:

Are you feeding MY DOGS?!!?

Says Mr. the dog will be an outdoor dog

All the dogs used to be MY dogs. As of late my husband has decided he will claim Keno, the lazy mutt. The other two fur balls are still mine. He does tend to be the one that walks Keno when he goes on our walks with us. And Keno does like him. The other two seem mostly indifferent to his existence, which is probably why they are very much MY dogs still.

we only refer to YOUR DOG when one of them is bad and we are telling the other human that THEIR DOG did X and were bad

Out hiking well for the most part i would always have S&J but on the rare occasion Ken joined us, i would take Jack and ken would take Sierra (he thought she pulled less). Since Sierra's passing Ken has been given Finn to hike with as i was not giving up MY boy (sucker)
now on weekend walks we take turns with demon child Finn, but for the most part i walk them both in the morning and ken walks them both at night

LOL, I get the "Your Dog" when they are bad, "My dog" if they are good and "our dogs" the rest of the time. In reality, Silver and Knight are our dogs, Halo is his dog and, Kaila is my dog. The cats are all my cats, he isn't a cat person at all. The fish are his fish and, the conure is simply CB (his name) he doesn't belong to us, just lives here LOL.