Not well-trained ones, and even then only on command.

[ Never mind him, he's just grumbling to himself, appalled at the chinchilla's behavior. There's no small amount of squeaking and shifting inside the box as the chinchilla tries valiantly to escape but it's all to no avail; Fred's hands are clamped tight around the box and lid, preventing even the most daring of escapes.

Into the house they go, though Fred makes a beeline for Cam's room first, making sure to call out behind him before he goes. ]

Please, make yourself at home. I need to put this creature back where he belongs first.