I once worked with a man who did not like seeing me be nice to a dog.
"My father taught me that animals can't be your friend," he said.
Some months later, I drove into his yard in time to witness him
pointing his rifle upward. His three small sons were crowded in
close, apparently loving it. He busted off a shot. I saw an explosion
of feathers. "I hate those kind of birds," he said.
There are times guns can be helpful. There are also persons who need training when to use them.
