Lately, or more like every night just before we go to bed, Gigi has been wondering into our bedroom and refusing to leave. The routine usually starts with her coming in and me trying to kick her out, which then results in her trying to hide inside the closet.
Once I manage to pull her out of the closet she just stands in the middle of the room, confused.
She continues to stand in the middle of the room with a blank stare, frozen in place.
Finally after a lot of pointing, hand gesturing, and swearing (she's deaf so it doesn't matter) she goes to the hallway where her bed is. This is yet another joy that Gigi brings into my life.
This is Gigi's two year old boy toy, Chun Li. He's really fat as you can see by the massive rolls around his harness, but to Gigi the fat rolls are the equivalent of Hugh Jackman's chest. Now you might think to yourself that Chun Li is a girl's name but he belongs to an elderly white couple who wanted to give their pug an Asian name because of the pug breed's Chinese origin. Old white people are awesome.
My wife and I will buy Gigi comfortable beds so that she can sit comfortably. Sadly she will often choose stupid things to sit on, like a damn trash bag because everyone knows how comfortable those are.