I doubt whether I ever saw Mame really offended with them except once when, out of pure but misunderstood affection, they named a pig after her.

They loved pony Grant.

Once I saw the then little boy of three hugging pony Grant's fore legs.

As he leaned over, his broad straw hat tilted on end, and pony Grant meditatively munched the brim; whereupon the small boy looked up with a wail of anguish, evidently thinking the pony had decided to treat him like a radish.
The children had pets of their own, too, of course.

Among them guinea pigs were the stand-bys--their highly unemotional nature fits them for companionship with adoring but over-enthusiastic young masters and mistresses.