I was excavating a pueblo in New Mexico this summer and to get from our camp to the site, we had to drive 45 min (about 15 miles) through our neighbor's ranch. The neighbor had 4 pugs and a corgi, all of which were outside to greet us in the mornings. The corgi would usually hang back, but the pugs were horrible, barking and running right up to Suburban, trying to nip at the wheels, generally being dumb-ass pugs. After we'd been there a couple weeks, one of the pugs got caught trying to cross the highway one weekend and was run over (this is middle of nowhere NM, where people speed like there's no tomorrow). From that point on, the corgi took it upon himself the keep the pugs in order and away from truck when we drove by in the morning. He wasn't about to let another pug be taken away from the family.

Man, we loved that Corgal.