Yet another reason I love were I work. Hell, I doubt i'd make it to bad guy first.
I love big protective dogs that go on there own instincts.
A buddy of my CCWs at work. He always thought that if someone went postal, entering from the front door, he'd have to break out his .32ACP, make his way all the way to the front from the back, and do his best.
The, he went to lunch with the secretarial/HR gals, the subject of guns came up, and it turns out those little old ladies are packing Glock 19s, .357mag K-frames, & such.
He has now revised his plan to, "Duck under desk, call 911, and come out after the gals have riddled the goblin with holes."