Trevor the Dachshund Adjusts to Bachelor Life on Rostrevor Street - Neighbours Already Complaining About Noise, Smells, and Uber Eats Deliveries

Skye Waverley | Social Reporter | Sutherland Shire Gazette

2 September 2025

CRONULLA - While many young adults are still living with their parents well into their thirties, one local sausage dog has beaten them to the punch - Trevor the dachshund has officially left the family home and taken up residence in his very own apartment on Rostrevor Street.

Owner Jess Palmer, 36, admits she’s been struggling with the transition. “It’s empty-nest syndrome,” she sighed. “Except the child is a seven-kilo dachshund with separation anxiety and a Woolworths Rewards card.”

Trevor’s decision to move out last week was part necessity, part mercy. “Jess was getting too dependent on me,” he told the Gazette. “It was constant - Trevor, should I text him back? Trevor, is this dress too much? Trevor, why won’t he commit? I’m a dachshund, not a therapist. And don’t get me started on the boyfriends. I’ve sniffed bins with better prospects.”

Far from slumming it, Trevor has styled his bachelor pad with handpicked pieces from a Scandi-inspired furniture store in Caringbah - minimalist oak shelving, a boucle armchair positioned for maximum Instagram angles, and a statement lamp that screams “I have taste and disposable income.” 

Neighbours aren’t convinced. “The barking is constant,” one resident complained. “It’s either him demanding snacks or rehearsing for what sounds like a one-dog podcast.” 

But the real traffic comes from Uber Eats riders, who now arrive at all hours with sashimi, truffle fries, and sparkling mineral water. “I thought a dog might be quiet, but this one has the delivery footprint of a small nightclub.” 

Trevor dismisses the complaints. “An alpha doesn’t compromise,” he said, reclining on his new boucle armchair. “ I’m premium. If that means late-night bao buns and a weekly linen delivery, so be it.”

As for Jess, she’s reportedly “half proud, half offended” but admits the apartment feels quieter without his sharp judgment. “At least now,” she said, “he won’t be glaring at me every time I bring a man home who drives a ute.”

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