Pet Friendly Hotel in Lake Geneva
Eleven Gables Inn is one of the very few pet friendly hotels in Lake Geneva, catering specifically to dogs. We know leaving your furry friend alone is hard. That is why we have created a hotel for both you and your dog to enjoy.
Lake Geneva Dog Wandering
Our dog/ pet friendly hotel is located on directly on the shoreline of Lake Geneva. This 25 mile long path is considered the unofficial dog park of the town. Here you and your four legged friend can walk, run, swim off of the pier and play fetch until the sun goes down. Another great area to take your dog exploring is Kettle Moraine Forest, which is just a short distance from our Lake Geneva hotel. This landmark trial winds through forest and fields, providing hours of scenic entertainment for you and your pup. Remember, a tired dog is a happy dog!
In 2012 many of the Lake Geneva restaurants added pet friendly sidewalk seating as an option, allowing your dog to accompany you and the rest of your family to a nice lunch or dinner.
Here at Eleven Gables Inn we ask one thing when making reservations. Please let us know you are planning on bringing your dog along, allowing us to set you up in one of our dog suites. These rooms have their own private entrances to ensure easy access.
Our resident Red-bone Coonhound loves meeting new people! So come stay with us at Eleven Gables Inn, a unique Lake Geneva pet friendly hotel! We look forward to meeting your dogs!
**Limit of two dogs per rental.
**Guests are responsible for any damage or disruption pets may cause.
**If you pet is left unattended in your room and neighboring guests are disturbed you will be asked to leave with no refund 🙁
**All dogs must be crated if left unattended.
**Only dogs – no cats— ever.
**Dogs must be approved before reservation.
Eleven Gables is for vacationing with your buddies.
Please see our google plus page for Lexie’s favorite outdoor recreation places to sniff.
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 curtain less 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.