They are more accepting regardless of what or who you are. I testify to this because my grandparents had a farm when I was barely out of nappies. I know this because I have photos that they shared with me when I was older. Farming is in my blood - when I was 10, my parents bought a farm and I had to move to a new school. I had weekends and school holidays to spend with all the animals I could have - I grew up with horses, my first riding lesson at 12. I wouldn't stop bugging my mom to send me for riding lessons and 5 years later, I was doing horse shows. I had a few good horses at the riding school and a few others at private yards for free riding. These horses may be huge but they are the most magnificent creatures that the Gods put on earth. Before I stopped riding due to an accident, I had a few horses following me around - Royal Flame was one of the first when I worked at a private yard. The best part of that year was when we brought in an abused Hannoverian x TB horse, he was practically scared out of his skin of people. 2 weeks of work on him by myself and he was practically following me everywhere, eating out of my hand and when I called him, he would come galloping to me. To gain the trust of a horse like that was an amazing experience. I broke my first horse at 13.
I've had a number of dogs and cats growing up - the dogs being the most loyal and I remember being around 16, maybe younger than that when I took my two most trusted dogs out with me on the farm to walk around and the neighbour's dogs came over, barking and threatening to bite me. My one black Alsatian x St Bernard rocketed after the dogs and they ran their asses out of there, too scared of mine.
I can tell you more but it will require a 10 page long story of all the animals I've raised up and worked with. Just thinking about it, made me realise how fortunate I was to be growing up with all of that because now the way I see it, my mother sacrificed a lot for me.