My humans call me Sugar.
I think it’s coz my coat’s somewhere between raw and Demerara.
If every dog has its day, it’s been mine ever since I’ve lived here.
The trees. The concrete beach. The smells. The quiet. The outdoor kitchen with the pizza oven and the exponential crust potential. The best views in Freemans Bay - I look up at Basset Hounds on a good day but here I feel like top dog. Queen bitch if you like.
My humans have filled this place with kids. My pack.
(Or as I like to call them, The Pat Patrol.)
It’s the place to raise them – and their friends – because it’s the place they all want to hang out in. So much space: 4 huge bedrooms, massive beds to loll on, and desks to sleep under when the kids do homework. So many places to visit in a day. One of my faves is the office my humans run their business from. Nice cool floor in summer, heated in winter – clearly they did it just for me. Its own door to the garden if I need to send a quick peemail.
I also have 3 gorgeous living areas I like to use – with huge sofas. I love a good sofa…anyone who doesn’t is not to be trusted.
Entertaining is a total breeze with the chef’s kitchen. Huge commercial oven – amazing what comes out of there. Meals for 30 at Christmas. The house loves a party and so do I. People get so clumsy with their sausage rolls. The whole place just feels so huge, thanks to the massive stud height, like our big grey lady cat the place has seriously grand proportions. Don’t tell her I said that. She can get a bit…catty.
Upstairs the master suite features an even more jaw dropping view. You wake up to the big orange thing in the sky. The bat signal for walkies. Actually, the upstairs is where I spend most evenings. Away from the kids and cats, just the pretty lit city and a bit of Animal Planet…
The place has excellent bones. I like bones. Outside and in, tree parts from all sorts of interesting places. It feels very ex-pat. Sort of Soho street mutt meets New York loft Afghan.
Secluded country in the city, but a short walkies from all the Ponsonby Road bars and restaurants. Great outdoor dining for humans as well as dogs.
There’s plenty of storage and a big garage. I keep a travel kennel in there with the cars.
It’s a pretty unique place this. It’s licked so many boxes for me. But it’s time to move on. I feel the call of my Lycan brethren surging within me. Or it could have been that dead pigeon…