Theo nodded his head slightly in confirmation of Dean's question - his father liked having huge and lanky dogs around and he'd grown up around the animals, Irish wolfhounds, greyhounds, deerhounds, molossers (which were a different kind of dog but oh well). He'd just never seemed to see them around for very long, and he knew who's temper he could attribute that to.
He lifted his shoulder in a half shrug in acknowledgement of Dean's thanks. "No problem." He was having a... reasonable time, which was unusual for Theo, who was a boy of tepid emotions at best.