Steve was away once a few years ago and I was working upstairs and Maxx was sound asleep at my feet. I heard a very strange noise downstairs at the front door (later to realise it was someone trying to jimmy open the door lock with a screwdriver) and Maxx, in one bound, leapt to his feet, down the stairs - all the while sounding like a crazed animal (same noise that Romeo made) and the would-be burglars took off. We had a brief spate of crime in our suburb which, up until then, was pretty much crime-free. It is good again now but not as safe. So sad (and one of the many reasons we are moving to a remote island in a year or two)
Good boy Maxx