I lost interest in firearms because we had a dog that was scared to death of the sound of a rifle shot.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I grew up hunting with shotguns and rifles, and we had a gun in every corner of the living room. I'm not a gun advocate, but that's the way I grew up.
I have been afraid of guns, I have sworn I would never use a gun on another person and so did not need one, and I have wanted to deny the existence of evil.
I've always had a way with a gun. As a kid, I loved to fire them at the shooting range in amusement parks. I'd always return home with a handful of prizes.
Quite a few of the dogs that come back from Afghanistan or Iraq or police dogs that are involved in violent confrontations where there's gunfire can in fact exhibit the symptoms and suffer from PTSD.
About guns, about hunting, it's safe to say I know nothing. The last gun I fired was a musket at Boy Scout camp.
I grew up on a ranch with my father, so he educated us really early on about guns. We used to go target shooting all the time.
Besides individual things like thunder and gunshots, what dogs fear most is not belonging, being alone.
I love shooting guns. Not at people or animals, but I love shooting blanks!
I was very fascinated by the time when firearms went from being fire sticks to being something people could use to hunt and to survive.
I've never cared for guns. In fact, when I did 'Scent of a Woman' I had to learn how to assemble one.