Once you name it, you own it
The Wildlife and Fishery guy said he had bigger gators to catch than our little four footer that appeared in the bayou. So now someone has named him Snappy and he’s ours. Apparently, he’s been a good predator for the nutria who sort of gross everyone out with their yellow teeth and their rodentia-like dawn scurries in and out of the bayou.
Plus once you name a pet, it’s really yours (i.e., Wolfie). Right?