Here's another rant from Meatball's owner, Josie Wu. Best 16 year old living on earth right now-

Her chewing is slowing decreasing but she occassionally slips slightly. We lost a telephone wire to her jaws just yesterday and my dad was shouting into the telephone thinking that the reception was bad. Gee, was he surprised when the phone in the other room still kept ringing. So I had to run into the kitchen and I almost slipped on the little perpetrator stretched out in all her fat furry glory on the floor. She must have realized what she had done because the moment I came back to find her, she had dissappeared, scrunched behind the big black chair. We're now trying wasabi, which is probably the only really big repellent because listerine wears off and so does hot sauce. (Hot sauce, which reminds me, she doesn't bark unnecassarily anymore.=D)

But we have extra telephone wires because we know this nasty little habit of hers.

Meatball Wu.

We also tried getting her a new squeaky toy.

Cost about 6 dollars that went down the drain because she was apparently afraid of the "squeak." Her ears went down and she hid beneath the table as my mom "squeak squeaked" at her. My mom tried to talk her into playing with it, she just lowered her tail and slinked under my dad's chair. She used to like this one cloth squeaky toy and she would squeak it on her own, driving me nuts when I'm trying to do my homework. But she's afraid of this one. Now we have to go back to buy her ANOTHER toy in hopes that she will not be afraid of it.

It is very interesting though, that she never chews my stuff. Now I purposely leave out my stuffed animals (which were stowed away in the back of some unknown drawer behind my clothes because I got real pets instead of fake ones XD) and she won't touch it. She's bitten off all the noses of my sister's stuffed animals and tore the eyes out of each one but she leaves mine alone. Brutal.
But she is very smart. She likes to test my patience and go into my room, even though she knows it's forbidden and if I happen to be there, I just point at the door and say "out" and she'll walk out the door but stand RIGHT at the border of it. "Nyaha!! I'm not IN your room, just dangerously close!" Then I have to get up and close the door. She also found out how to open the gate. She bangs against the gate so that the clip thing rattles and she suddenly pulls it. We spent ten minutes trying to get her because she was going on and off the streets (which scared the life out of me since I thought she was going to get hit) and we were in a hurry to go somewhere. We didn't want to risk it again so we tried to put her back into the house. At first she thought we were playing but then I put on this serious face and told her in a loud voice "SIT!". Her bottom flopped down on the grass and she hung her head low and didn't move until I led her back into the house. She doesn't understand the dangers of cars and the outside world and even though she sit stays when we're openning the door for her, she is still able to open the gate without a conscience.

My mom, by the way, thinks all of this is hilarious. Even if she's losing money.

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