But I couldn't Bet my seventy.ive-pound dog to set up. I tried to hug him up. make orders to him. andeven drags him.but in vain Conused as I was, all of a sudden,my dog stood up again and came alive. He raced back to the right road again.likely kusing all of his strength to go beyond other competitors.But after half-block racng,his strange behavior happened twice.My dog wrapped himseltf like a ball.and shivered,seemed to avoid something. Mixed feeling of confusion flooded my mind.What made him so afraid?.After a while, he backed to normal again. Another half:block of carying him brought the answer-a moving garbege tnuck It occurred to me that he was abandoned from a garbage truck,which made him afraidl of it. In order to plunck his nerve up,I patted and comforted nim,trying to make sure that he was safe.As it he figued out my calling he brousht him self uback to life.We ran to the finsh line together.Though we hadn't got any prze.prile seized my heart that I helped my dog out of hisfear.The reluhonshp between my dog and I becume more intense,which was further more imporfunt than the race