"Good at dogs," he asks, voice dropping--crunching into something wry. "I haven't had one in...a really long time," he says, thinking back to the early days, when they were a normal family and they did normal things like give their son a puppy for Christmas. Just some mutt--even then, Charlie wasn't doing anything fancy for his checks--but it had been its own canary in a mine, snapping at his mother, nervously pissing in corners until it was too much to handle.

Going by that, he'd actually been pretty bad at them. If a six year old can be bad at anything. "There were a lot where I lived, though. Better to know about them than get on their bad side." Bodhi's clearly managed in spite of his ignorance, or Aurora is just an especially friendly animal.