We love animals at the Story Inn and encourage guests to bring their well-behaved companions with them to the following cottages at a charge of $10.00 per pet:
Wheeler Back, Schultz Haus Front, Schultz Haus Back, Wilkerson Front, Wilkerson Back and Old Mill Loft
For a special outing with your pup try one of the hiking trail in the State Park and then take your four legged friend to Bone Appetit in downtown Nashville for a treat!
If you are unable to bring your own four-legged friend to the Inn you might enjoy the company of some very special Story residents.
Meet Summer:
I am the daughter of Tina, and am adjusting to life alone on the Story Inn's front porch. Because Vera cannot weed without the use of either of her hands, I focus on duties like protecting the lettuce. Although my mother was gray with white socks I have a beautiful calico coat of brown, white and gray. The folks here at Story have helped me from becoming a burden on the local Brown County Humane Society (they have a donation box at the front door if you can help!) and reducing the feral cat population. I am my mother’s daughter and love attention, but I am a little shy until I get to know you. Although I have yet to win a game, I enjoy playing checkers on the front porch, particularly against opponents with treats that share as gracious winners.
Meet Favory aka “Blackie” (The Puppy):
I am an aggressively friendly Great Dane, and have reached an impressive 160 pounds before my second birthday. I was lucky enough to learn good manners from my older sister, Bella, before her passing. I attribute my good looks to good breeding, though my adoptive mom has assured that the royal line will end with me. I attribute my success and health to a few simple maxims: if it comes with two legs, love it; if it comes with four legs, play with it; and if it smells good, eat it. I would say that I want for nothing, but my parents have a water bowl that swirls and they refuse to share it with me. My mom lets me spoon with her in the bed.
Meet Puck:
I’m a curmudgeon of a quarter horse, and despite my advanced age, still rule the pasture. Keeping the other geldings in line has never been a challenge, but the mares are a bit, well. . . marish. Occasionally, my mom takes me on the trails around here, which I still enjoy. (Though I have yet to fake an injury, I find myself giving that consideration from time to time.) I remain befuddled by the peculiar fascination that pre-pubescent human females have with my species, but stay on call for them to sit on my back from time to time. A mint or sugar cube will always buy my gratitude.
Meet Miss Lina:
If I were a car, you would call me a “garage queen”. I’ve got training in classical Dressage, and stand ready, willing and able to wow you with my skills, providing you do not make these demands upon me on a daily basis. Having justifiably achieved prima donna status, I sometimes resent being ordered around by Puck. Puck and I look very similar, since we are both chestnut quarter horses, though I have a decorative seahorse on my brow. I defer to his advanced age. Mom as been placing me in the “time out” field, which suits me just fine.
Meet Tyco:
I’m a young Andalusian nearing my prime. My mother has ensured I have had a top-level Dressage education (no horse left behind!) and all that training is paying off. I love to meet new people, and try my hardest to please them. If you come to the fence, I will follow you around, but if you to get too close I might check your pockets for treats. I would even try to drink the beer from your hand, mostly because I shouldn’t. My best friend is Favory Tukwila (the horse).
Meet Favory Tukwila:
My unassuming demeanor belies my noble bloodlines. I am a Lippizan, the horse of kings, one of only a thousand, or so, on this planet. My dark coat of youth is inexorably turning gray, and in a year or two my sister and I will be pure white. As befits such nobility, my parents are sending my sister and me to the finest schools, where I am learning classical Dressage. Some day, my sister and I will be pulling carriages for weddings at the StoryInn. My best friend is Tyco. My sister is an insufferable snob.
Meet Eroica:
I am the other Lippizan, and the princess of the field. Like Favory Tukwila, I attend the finest schools, but I am more talented than my brother. I am so amazing that I can push my brother and Tyco off their food, which, my mom says, I tend to consume to excess. Sometimes my mom needs to put me up to preserve my girlish figure. My mom says that someday I'll be a mom too, to preserve my rare talents, beauty and distinguished bloodlines. We need more mirrors in the arena where I work out, but otherwise, life is very good.
Goodbye, Tina, Chief Greeter:
We regret to report that our beloved kitty “Tina” passed away quietly in the evening of January 18, 2010. The immediate cause of her death was lethal injection, at the veterinarian’s office. We made the decision to euthanize Tina upon the vet’s diagnosis of an incurable cardio-pulmonary condition. She was somewhere between nine and sixteen years old.
Persons unknown dumped Tina and her fresh litter of kittens here in August of 2002. Tina and her precocious offspring soon became darlings of the StoryInn. After spaying and neutering the bunch, we found good homes for her entire clan, keeping Tina and her calico daughter, Summer. Tina and Summer have been employed as the official StoryInn greeters ever since; they were often found sleeping on the front porch, forcing restaurant guests to step over them.
In 2007, Tina was struck by an automobile, breaking her tail. She endured the indignity of a surgical procedure which shortened her tail, and the bestowal of the unflattering nickname “Stubs”, with remarkable equanimity.
Tina was known to follow guests around the property with a slavish attention to humans more characteristic of canines. She was also known to sleep around indiscriminately with humans of either gender. Her favorite foods were salmon, scallops, and halibut.
Tina will best be remembered for her appearance as “Miss January” in the StoryInn’s 2008 and 2009 calendars, the photo having been snapped by the legendary Bloomington photographer Steve Raymer. Tina is survived by her daughter Summer (see below), as well as an indeterminate number of siblings and offspring scattered throughout Indiana. Donations in memory of Tina's rich life can be made to the Brown County Humane Society, 18 Redbud Lane, Nashville, IN 47448.
