LOL, all the toys are mine!
My first Yorkie was like that. All the toys were his.
When we were getting ready to leave for work in the morning, he would go stand by the toy box and guard it. "I know you are leaving. Don't even think about taking the toys with you, they are staying here with me!"
When we were in the back yard, if he thought we were going towards a certain flower bed, he would run and guard the garden gnome there. We would pretend to walk in that direction just so he would run to the gnome, lean up against it, and dare us to come any closer to HIS gnome. Poor little guy, when he passed before the age of 3 from cardiomyopathy, we put that garden gnome on top of his little grave.
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