I have been in situations where my two small doge were being attacked by bigger dogs, once I was surrounded by three huge huskies who wanted my two little Maltese dogs as rabbit food. I went into defence mode and fortunately God sent a man along to help. I was bitten as I picked up one of my dogs.
Another time a Rottweiler attacked my smallest dog and had her in his mouth, I took to his head with my fists. The owner had to help me make the animal let her go.
Another time I was walking my dogs through a park and a big dog, off its leash came at us. I went into attack mode and yelled at it, it backed off. I took an aggressive stance.
My son was savaged by a dog when he was about 10, fortunately our God was good. He made us tough. Although the dog ripped holes in him, my son did not become infected nor did he become fearful of dogs.
Why do I tell these stories? There are enough times that we must defend the helpless without getting involved needlessly. I am sure the writer of this proverb did not mean to refuse to defend the helpless. The world now does this quite well. It ignores pleas for help until they become so loud we cannot sleep anymore.
Grabbing a dog by the ears makes it let go of what he is attacking. Dogs need an authorative person to deal with them, they respect authority.
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