The counter surfer (knock wood) didn't get any so far, unless it was offered. But he's so proud of himself because he protected us against a fox yipping in the back by the creek last night. He insisted on going out at 2am and racing down to the back fence to bark at it. The girls know that if you're comfy in bed in the house on a cold night that one doesn't NEED to go bark at coyotes or foxes who miss their canine friends, but I sent them out for a few minutes so Zeke wouldn't be down there by himself.