True stories from “out back”


Hello, everyone. Thanks for stopping by. Please, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Zeke. I am a nine-year old, sliiiiiiiiiiiightly overweight purebred Australian Cattle Dog, also known as a Blue Heeler. I was born in a barn out back, on a 100-acre farm in good ol’ Lapeer County. Although I have moved from that farm to a different location, I still live out back by the barn, in good ol’ Lapeer County. I LOVE it here!

My life is good. Really good! I have the important job of keeping my eye on everything outdoors here on the homestead, my little slice of heaven, and I am good at it! The boss watches over everything inside the house and trusts me to do the same outside. I have lived at the homestead from the time I was only seven weeks old and have gotten to know the place pretty doggone well. When I first arrived, I served under the tutelage of another dog for about two years but have been running the show by myself since then.

It’s a pretty straightforward assignment: keep things out of the yard that don’t belong here, be friendly with those things that do and always greet the boss when he comes home. No exceptions on that last one. If I am not here…I will have some splainin’ to do.

Knowing the difference between what belongs here and what doesn’t is often times the hardest part. Take deer and rabbits for example. Most of the time the boss loves to look at them when they’re grazing in the yard. But if they’re nibbling in the vegetable garden, different story altogether. Get em’ out! Now! And if I don’t…bad news for Zeke old boy.

The same thing goes for people. Figuring out who is welcome and who is not is still a struggle for me after nine years. When vehicles drive up the driveway, I usually recognize the regulars but if I don’t, the first sniff will give them away.

Every now and then a stranger will show up so I automatically go into “sound off” mode just as a precautionary measure. This tells the boss that something is going on out here that needs his attention. We have an understanding at times like these that, until he says otherwise, I am supposed to act like strangers are my favorite snack and it is suddenly snack time. It always works too.

A lot of things go on out back that nobody sees but me, and I am going to be filling you in on a few of them from now on; the kind of things that no dog has been able to talk about until now. The truth shall be revealed! No more secrets! The cat is out of the bag! (Oh, I like that one.)

Well, I guess that is about all for now. I just wanted to introduce myself and tell you a little bit about who I am, what I do, and why I do it. So until next time, be kind to all animals, don’t let your dog play in the road, and don’t let anyone sniff your tail until you’ve sniffed theirs! 

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Special correspondent Zeke writes about his experiences as a porch layin’, yard guardin’, boss pleasin’ cattle dog from southern Lapeer county.


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