He looks after you, puts up with your bad moods, works his butt off for you, and yaps when folks roll up so you don’t get robbed – or busted if you’re doing something you shouldn’t be doing. He’s there for you no matter what. In return, do you throw him he back of the Ute and have him freeze his butt off when it’s cold out or worse pouring with rain?

Of course the Aussie sun isn’t too kind on the poor Dog either. While you’re rattling along in the cool cab of the truck, the dog is in the back, raising great blisters on his butt and feet because the tray is like someone lit a fire under it. Not the best thing for the dog’s performance when you expect him to round up a mob of sheep in a 1000-acre paddock.

If all that wasn’t enough for the bugger to endure, you go hurtling around a bend, barely missing the neighbor’s young bloke who’s coming at you on the wrong side of the road.