I am the voice inside his head

Chris and I were walking the dogs around the block recently, and I asked if he grabbed baggies to pick up after them 'cuz I forgot. He forgot too. He walks the dogs almost every morning (they can no longer be trusted in the backyard. that's a whole different story) so I figured grabbing the baggies was part of the ritual. I was duly informed that we were lucky he in fact got out the door with the dogs. That early in the morning, pre-coffee, he very well could take off and leave the puppies at home. And that's when he said it, "And every time, I think Jamie would say, 'Chris! That's so rude!' but at least they're not pooping in the house." And so, I've become the voice inside my husband's head. But I'm not just terribly sure that's it's making any difference!