Lake Geneva is Dog Friendly
We only accommodate dogs at Eleven Gables Inn; sorry no cats. Our resident bluetick hound** hunts cats (cougars, raccoons) so would be most 'upset' with a cat on the premises.
The rooms and cottage with private entrances are the dog friendly ones.
Only bring your dog(s) along if you want to vacation with them. Don't bring them if you're to cheap to kennel them or you want to treat them like a doll and leave them in the room alone. They require attention.
Please do not leave your dog alone in the room unless in a crate. Dogs can feel abandoned in a strange place and start to bark and scratch- not cool.
Please get prior approval before making a reservation so we may accommodate you in a room or cottage that is dog accessible, and has it's own private entrance. Limit of two dogs unless very tiny ones i.e. "tinkerbells".
Dogs are welcome to swim off the pier or lakeshore; the lake is very clean. Please bring towels to dry the dogs.
Lake Geneva Dog Wandering
Lake Geneva's lakeshore path is the unofficial dog park of the area. You can walk, swim, and run your buddy around 25 miles of shoreline. If you bring your dog(s) to Eleven Gables they can swim off the pier.
The Kettle Moraine Forest is another great place to go and let your buddies get their ya ya's out. A tired dog is a happy dog. The ice age trail winds through the forest and fields providing hours of interesting scents.
In 2012 Lake Geneva allowed restaurants to put tables on the sidewalks for dinning. Most of them allow you to eat outside with our buddy.
The way the dog trots out the front door
without a hat or an umbrella,
without any money
or the keys to her doghouse
never fails to fill the saucer of my heart
with milky admiration.
Who provides a finer example
of a life without encumbrance?
Thoreau in his curtainless hut
with a single plate, a single spoon?
Gandhi with his staff and his holy diapers?
Off she goes into the material world
with nothing but her brown coat
and her modest blue collar,
following only her wet nose,
the twin portals of her steady breathing,
followed only by the plume of her tail.
If only she did not shove the cat aside
and eat all his food
what a model of self-containment she
what a paragon of earthly detachment.
If only she were not so eager
for a rub behind the ears,
so acrobatic in her welcomes,
if only I were not her god.