How about Silver, the Lone Ranger's horse?
Now the Lone Ranger thinks nothing about running and jumping on Silver and chasing after a bandit that has at least an eight or ten mile lead, you know. And Silver must get awfully peeved at this. You know, 'cos it's embarrassing to chase after a horse that has an eight mile lead.
And you can always hear it. "Masked man!"
"Yes, what is it?"
"The bandits have an eight mile lead! Go get 'em!"
"Don't worry about a thing! Jump on the horse -- Hi Yo Silver!"
"WAIT A MINUTE!! Are you crazy?! Get off my back!"
"What's the matter with you, Sil--?"
"Don't worry about Silver! I'm sick of this mess! How much of a lead have they got this time? Eight, ten, thirty-five miles? You know how embarrassing it is to come back into that stable, all those old snotty horses say `Oh boy, didja catch him this time?' `No, no I didn't catch him this time...' It's ridiculous! But look at these shinbones, the scars on my shins from when we catch up with those nuts, and they run out of bullets, and every time they throw the gun back at you they don't hit you, do they? No! [pop pop pop] Right off old Silver's shins! Sick of this."