When it comes right down to it, when I hunker down, my four footed crew hunkers down with me. If I bug out, the pack bugs out with me. We're practicing this weekend in fact. The pack is also going to come in handy if the SHTF. My cattle dog is bar none the best watchdog I've ever had. I can tell who's at the door by the different barks, right down to the mailman she likes opposed to the mailman she doesn't like. It's almost spooky how smart that dog is. The first time I took her camping, she got up once an hour and patrolled the campsite, circling all 8 tents. Looking into the dark, listening, rumbling in her chest a little. It's not something I'd trained her to do. I personally plan on sleeping like a baby thanks to my little red alarm system. My Dane = brute force. They truly are gentle giants but only until they feel their pack is threatened. It's their Mastiff heritage. I saw my big guy grab a 40 pound coyote across the shoulders and shake it like a rat. No more coyote. My greyhound can run down any land animal in the western hemisphere. Small game, rabbits and prairie dogs won't require a expending ammunition. I feed my dogs better than most people feed their kids, but in my basement, in addition to my larder, I've got bulk dog food stored as well. We won't be eating well, but we won't be starving. Anyone else given thought to their four footed companions if it all comes to a head?