Having had an unsuccessful start to the year in the countersurfing department (apart from devouring a fruit loaf which my mum had left on her kitchen counter and the overdose incident!) Morse has decided to up the anti. Today as I was getting ready to take Ozzy out, I put a Dentastix in my pocket which I had intended to throw into the living room for Morse as we left. I put my boots on and grabbed Ozzy's lead, put my hand in my pocket ready to step out the front door when I see Morse sneaking off into the living room with the Dentastix - I hadn't felt a thing! Think Fagin would be proud.