Bugger.

I'm more than a little concerned.

D is taking the dogs to his mother's today. All day. Alone. With my dogs. For 24 whole hours.

It's not that I don't trust him. Well, actually, that may just be it.

I've spent every day for the past year with my girl, and I know her quirks, her habits, her feeding regime, and when she needs some cuddles.

D doesn't. As much as he thinks he's a big Doggy Daddy, he's fed them maybe 6 times ever, and has no idea what a ... handful... they can be.

He has plans to take them to Blue Rock Dam, which is a huge bushy lake, no doubt surrounded by rabbits and not much else. I can see Phoenix disappearing within minutes, or being bitten by snakes, or... the list goes on. And on.

I've attempted discussing possible scenarios with him. I don't think they've gotten through.

And as sad as it is, I'm going to attach every single form of ID possible to their collars, and give D a list of emergency veterinary contact numbers for the area, along with their registration and microchip numbers.

Yes, yes. I know. I'm borderline OCD. But those dogs better come back to me in one piece tomorrow morning.