Daisy the Dachshund strikes again

Before I left my funemployment days in Suburbia USA for a temp job in Tech Town USA, I adopted a dachshund named Daisy from the local pound.

While my parents and my brother were at work, I stayed at home with Daisy. I fed her, potty trained her and helped her get over her fear of everything while she helped me get back on my feet. Then I got a job and it became clear that I Daisy couldn’t join me in my new life in Silicon Valley because there just isn’t enough space in a tiny apartment for a dog to run free (and because my family had grown extremely attached to the dang dog). She’s my parents’ new favorite daughter pet and I think it’s safe to say that she’s keeping them busy.

Here’s the email Daisy sent me on my mom’s iPad at 2:54AM: “Hi Elle, You guys always come home so late. No one play with me. I was mad!”

Over the weekend: In Suburbia, USA

I don’t go back to Suburbia too often but when I do, it’s usually an interesting trip.

This time, I learned that the family pup gets regular massages from the lady she regards as the family masseuse, my mom.

And I learned…