My Quincy is the king of counter surfers...one time we went to the store and brought home a whole chicken already cooked. Set it on the counter and ran upstairs, came down about 10 mins. later and found the container on the floor clean as a whistle (that was all that was left). I was so afraid he had cooked his own goose but that was about a year or two ago and he's still going strong. Needless to say I've learned to be a lot more careful...how boring would life be without a basset?