Recently, I hold my dog back to find the truth when it comes to Biltmore Dog friendship. We knew the dogs were welcome on the grounds. So we assumed we were walking in some lanes, and we were sailing in some gardens and our house. Au CONTRAIRE … we were allowed around and it was a good time by everyone.
I always park in the arboretum and then raise the stairs to the estate. I just love this area that leads to the garden of my favorite view where I see the beloved blue hills. It is above the wisteria that leads to the house. Dogs are not allowed to enter the house itself to the point of my anger. It reminded me that since Biltmore was home to St. Bernards, the Russian Wolfhounds and Shepherd Dog Shepherd, he was sure that the animals of the past did not mind. He finally understood that we should all do our part to preserve this legacy. It would be dangerous to allow pets inside the walls of the famous house.
As we rejoiced in the front garden, we met some moving stalls, one great chair and two little German dogs. With a little stampede and tangle in leashes, introductions were introduced and the consensus of dogs was that they had a great day out. So, we are trotted on. After a wonderful tour of the earth and a stop at Bass Pool, we jumped in the car and drove to Cedric's, the pub in Antler Village named after the famous Vanderbilt booth. We were looking forward to lunch at the dog-friendly Biltmore Restaurant, and therefore it became a fresco course. The staff was delightful and Buck dealt with real Biltmore hospitality.
We were keen to know everything we could about Cedric. It appears that the trusted St. Bernard of George Vanderbilt was the first pet in Biltmore. No one is sure how George came to own Cedric, but they know that he brought him to Biltmore from Ponte d'Acadi, his summer home in Bar Harbor, Maine, sometime around the opening of Biltmore House in 1895. They went to the country clear and had a good life for pets from Vanderbilt. Cedric had at least no free rule on the first floor of Biltmore House, which he spent so much hanging around in the library, billiard room, or basking on the loggia, but he also often accompanied his master and other family members on trips throughout their vast journey. Property.
With our stomachs full, we drove to the Biltmore Farm which was just a jump and a skip. The employee could not have been nicer to encourage us to take funny photos of beloved Buckaroo using an old cart and straw hats as props. We ended our day with a stroll (trying to work out delicious fish and chips) around the bike path with a view of the Swananua River.
If you choose to take over the house on the day you visit to notice, there are a few kennels. You must ask the gatekeepers upon entry and you will be directed to them. You are the master of lock and key if you are lucky enough to get an empty kennel. Pets must be bound at all times for the safety and convenience of all guests. Dogs are not allowed in the main house but we were welcomed into many other buildings. Of course we asked for permission and it was in our best behavior.
Biltmore is a site you should watch and is really more fun by dumping your dog.