Borgi

You're watching your Borgi herd the children across the backyard — low to the ground, intense eye locked on, moving with the surgical precision of a dog half their height but twice their IQ. They've got the Border Collie stare that could bore holes through drywall and the Corgi legs that make the whole operation look like a loaf of bread on a mission. Your Borgi doesn't walk into a room — they assess it. Who's out of place? What needs organizing? Is that cat sitting where it shouldn't be? They've got a job and the job is everything, and if you don't give them one they'll invent one, and you will not like the job they invent. Part velvet-eared genius, part stumpy-legged comedian, one hundred percent convinced they're running this household. And honestly? They might be right.