We've had our Pembroke, Brock, for about a year now. My husband loved corgis and we saw him at a local pet store while buying food for our rabbit. He was cute but we weren't thinking about getting a dog at the time so we didn't think too much of it. A month passed by and we found ourself at the same petstore. The Pembroke puppy was still there. It broke my heart that he had been locked in a tiny crate for at least a month. (probably longer considering he was 4 months old) Then I made the big mistake of asking if I could hold him. He was so happy to get out of the crate, and that pretty much sealed the deal. So we took him home with us. Although I've always been the person to get shelter animals, I still felt like we were in some ways rescuing the poor little guy. Turns out he needed us more than we thought. We quickly noticed some odd personality traits. Brock was petrified of my husband's wallet chain, growling everytime he saw it, and we only ever used nylon collars and leashes. So the wallet chain got pitched, but the fear of seemingly mundane objects continued. He was extremely possesive of his food, biting if you came too close. In fact, he would bite you for just about anything. The store where we got him has a long term no questions asked return policy, but that was out of the question. I worked in a law office for two years, and I know what happens to aggressive dogs. So we turned to a local trainer, who upon evaluating Brock said that he was a scaredy cat, but an aggressive one. That at some point before we got him someone had abused the poor little guy, and that his defense mechanism was "I'll get you before you get me". Once we understood his past it made what seemed like "odd behaviors" make sense. So now our job was to make Brock realize that he was the baby and that we were his loving parents. He could relax, and not have to be on his guard constantly. It's been a bumpy ride, no doubt, but he's been worth it. I'm glad that we stumbled across him again because I have no doubt that if a less patient and less loving family would have got him, he would have been sent to the animal shelter, or worse. Today Brock is over a year old, he's made friends with the neighborhood dogs, he even allows small children to pet and poke at him. I'm really proud that he's beginning to become a little gentleman.