That he might be, but Kirk was happy to give it. He liked animals, as a rule, and being with the dog made him think he would like a pup of his own. Eventually.

"We have dogs," he said. "Small breeds, large breeds. There's a few that could give a mabari a run for their money, but we don't have mabari specifically. And no magic where I am from - so definitely no magically bred dogs."

There had been a few dogs on the farm, but they had always been more Frank's dogs than his own. He had liked them though, and his friends usually had dogs as well growing up.

"You might want to stop, sir, or you're going to make your partner there jealous," he chided the dog, but made no attempts to actually stop petting him.