Keeping in line with my energetic, addicted to the endorphins self, it should be no surprise to people that tonight I trained. The boxing club was closed today due to Buddha's birthday but I live here and the club is ours so I have no real reason why not to train on a holiday. So tonight I trained...or so I tried.
It was during my sandbag work that things went strange at the club. It was coming up to midnight and down at the end of the club, on my red sandbag, I was whaling away practicing my combos and working on my form when suddenly Pacquiao ran past me. Into the club bathroom he ran. Now my pups don't usually go in the back area of the club where the hallway is that leads to the bathroom. The slipperiness of the glass floor mixed usually stops them as does the tile floor in the bathroom. However, the bathroom is often where Pacquiao goes to hid whenever ghost activity happens at Hulk's.
Yes, I wrote "ghost activity".
I won't go into the details of Hulk's being a haunted building and the story of how it used to be the sight of a hospital before a new building was made because, well, that pretty much sums it up right there. Anyways, every once in awhile late at night there are strange and deranged things that happen at Hulk's and the dogs definitely react.
Tonight was one of those nights.
Four times Pacquiao ran into the bathroom and each time he huddled under the large utility sink. Two of the four times me coaxing him to come out didn't work and so I had to pick him up and carry him out. He was shaking like a leaf, poor baby. What ended up happening was after I took him out of his hiding spot the fourth time, I put him down on the ground beside the sandbag where I was training. He leaned up against my leg and seemed to be OK with staying there as long as I didn't move my leg. Well, working the sandbag but not being able to step around it or really move wasn't so easy but it meant he felt secure and safe.
Both Pyen Chi and Balboa seemed unaffected with whatever it was or whomever it was that had spooked Pacquiao but when Pacquiao first made a mad dash for the bathroom the other two pups were out by the front doors.
I'm convinced there is something about the back corner of the club because I've seen the dogs repetitively facing that area barking and many times they refuse to go there. They only go as far as the black sandbag. The far red sandbag used to be the one I always train on but the pups have seem to have labelled that out-of-bounds. I could stand there and call them over but more times than not they will not come to be. The black sandbag seems to be right on the borderline between what they feel is safe area and what they react to as being ghost territory.
Tonight's training was a very distracted one -- no music, no round bell, and no moving of my left leg because I didn't want to startle an already spooked Pacquiao.
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