So, my grandma called me to say happy birthday today. We chatted happily for a little bit, but eventually I... er... Kobold'ed a bit too much.
"So, are your brothers and sister waiting on you hand and foot today?"
"No, not really."
"Well you should have them trained better than that!"
"No... they can't be trained. A domestic dog can be trained. My siblings are savage dholes like those in the Indian wilderness. They are beasts like the ones that chase down and rip apart deer for their sustenance. There can be no training such creatures, or even taming them. You can only craft your shelter and huddle within it, praying your fire will be enough to keep them at bay as their yips and howls draw closer and closer in the night."
"...okay. So, how is your mom?"