Dog: none (unless my parents' beagle counts as an adopted brother)
Vehicle: '99 F-150, one surprisingly large dent in the side where I backed into it at 5mph moving a Durango (five-foot tall girls who don't want you adjusting their mirrors...). Hard to beat a pickup for value, but I wouldn't cry if you handed me the keys to a Mini Cooper, Volkswagen GTI or BMW.
Guns: don't like 'em flashy or fancy. CZs and 1911s, revolvers of all kinds, an AR-15 and a semi-auto Thompson, and I can't help but love cowboy guns.
then there's a slight cultural detour from the Texas/guns/pickup stereotypes: listen to older punk rock and newer hip-hop (and country and gospel and everything else, but mostly the first two), lean well to the political left of most everyone you know or I know, rock a fairly scraggly beard (fashion sense: Homeless Charles Manson), have switched majors back and forth between fine art and literature numerous times over the years; subscribe to the New Yorker, Harper's Weekly, Esquire, ArtForum and ReadyMade (and read too many others).
Actually, sometimes I think I took up shooting just so I'd have a half-dozen more magazines to read each month.
I may or may not be a little drunk (on Crown and water) typing this.