Proverbs: A ferocious little dog is a contradiction in terms

Molley barks at clomping repairmen, thumping neighbors, and curious cats in the abstract -- but once they are face-to-face, she shrinks and whimpers. (Even held securely on a leash, she lunges snarling at a cat, then leaps back yelping in fear of retaliation.) I say to her, "You're just a prisoner of your instincts, aren't you?" I think every dachsie -- male or female -- has excess testosterone.