On the bank of Leichhardt’s Hawthorne Canal, Café Bones is an institution among Sydney dog-lovers.
This dedicated dog-friendly eatery offers both human and canine refreshments – including the famous pupaccino – and has only outdoor seating, meaning no discrimination against patrons who think the best café company is a dog.
Harry’s Sunday session.
It’s something of a British tradition to sup a pint with a dog snoozing at your feet and, certainly when I lived there, it was not uncommon to see a dog down at your local (check out Dogs in Pubs for some great shot of dogs enjoying the good life).
Here in Sydney, I’m struggling to find as many options to drink with dog in tow. However, Harry and I refuse to be discouraged and continue to hunt down more of Sydney’s dog-friendly haunts.
We can report that The Dog in Randwick, despite such a promising name, does not allow dogs inside (although they are permitted in the small courtyard beer garden). The Clovelly Hotel, an ideal pit stop during the Bondi to Coogee coastal cliff walk, does not even allow dogs in the beer garden (they are allowed on the deck out front, but when we visited it was pretty unappealing – more of a functional space for smokers).
No dogs allowed in The Dog.
The eccentricities are often what making city-living so much fun and now that Harry and I are out on dog-related adventures each week, I’m seeing a whole other side of Sydney.
This was certainly the case while enjoying a stroll around Redfern Park recently, when we bumped into local celebrity, James the city pig.
There appears to be a pig in my dog park.
One of the most challenging aspects of dog ownership for me has been adapting to the curtailing of personal freedom.
Pre-Harry, I had no major commitments or responsibilities (other than Him Indoors, who is generally low maintenance) and have been able to come and go as I please. Now I have Harry, who needs walking twice a day (he has an enormous amount of energy for a 10-year-old dog) and bucket loads of love and attention. Long days away from home are a thing of the past – unless of course my four-legged friend is in tow.
I would happily take Harry with me wherever I go: office, shops, restaurants, bars, buses, trains… However, the rules do not always permit. I’m still discovering just how dog-friendly Sydney is but offerings like Chew Chew pet restaurant give me hope. A restaurant not just where you can take your dog inside, but in fact it’s ONLY your dog who will be served. Chew on that!
Harry peruses the menu… and likes what he sees.
So our boy might not be a barker but apparently he has a voice.
We thought we were the only ones suffering separation anxiety when we leave him but it seems Harry is becoming overly attached to us and expressing it in a very vocal way. Continue reading