Having been taught as a child that it was wrong to leave animals to suffer, I took him to the house with no other intention than to see that he was humanely put out of his misery. Nearing the end, he crawled off into the woods to die. The big ugly dog had been abandoned and shot. They live on a farm in Tennessee where they train and organize popular races for an international community that Laz has been a part of for over 4 decades and Big first joined a couple of years ago. Lazarus Lake continues to record and share Big's stories, much to the delight of the ultra-running community around the world. Big's trust in Laz is put to the ultimate test one Saturday morning when both their lives are put in danger during one of their walks. Follow Big and his friends through one Winter in Tennessee, where Big continues to train his people for their races and brings some new friends out onto the roads. Big's adventures continue in this second installment of The Big Dog Diaries. Even when his journey took him hundreds of miles away, somehow he always ended up at our little house in the woods. I kept thinking I had sent him away for the last time, but Big kept finding his way back. Also be sure to check out the first two books: + My Name is Big + Big Adventures. He started out as "that big dog." He became "the Big Dog." There couldn't be a more appropriate name, for a Big Dog, with a Big Personality. Fate had brought us together, destiny was determined to keep us that way. Rather than the end of the big dog's adventures, it was only the beginning. This is the third installment of the Big Dog Diaries. Not much was expected from the Orange basketball team this particular year.A random looking assortment of miscellaneous kids they were not big, they were not fast, they were not strong.There was nothing about the sight of them in their uniforms to say that this would be an especially noteworthy team.And, to complicate things further, they had been bumped up a class, to play every night against much larger schools, with more, bigger, and better athletes.The experts had picked them to finish dead last in their district.They were not expected to win a single game.Accordingly, they had been slated to play in everyone's homecoming game.The first time they walked on the floor to warm up, the other team laughed.But, there is a reason we actually play the games.We can measure the players physically, but there is, as yet, no way to measure heart and desire.There is no way to quantify the will to win.Every night, the scoreboard starts at 0-0 and the day will be what you make it.Every season is special.Every team is special.But, this team and this season.was magical.And when they walked off the floor at the end of their last game.No one was la.
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