Neville smiled. "What's it's name? Does it have one?" A dog this age, surely they had named him. "Hey there.." he said softly, only approaching the pen a little, close enough so the animal could come and meet him if he wished.
"I'm an Auror." He replied, crouching. "There is a sense of accomplishment when I rescue these poor animals from bad conditions. From what I see, your family are actually doing this right for them." It approached him and he smiled. Of course it was a little hesitant at first, but eventually it sniffed Neville's hand.