Velvet Sofas & Backyard Boss Energy
By the end of our stay, it was clear: Wilbur runs the house. He had a whole routine. Walks? Non-negotiable. Tennis ball? Always ready. Backyard? His personal kingdom. Every time we opened the back door, he sprinted out barking like he had a vendetta against birds, then proudly strutted around like, “Yeah. I handled that.”
But it wasn’t just Wilbur we fell for—the house was absolutely stunning. There were plush green velvet couches so soft you could melt into them, a wrap-around dining room made entirely of glass that looked out over a beautiful garden, and plants in every room. Our favorite hangout spot? The self-designated “cool room”—a space with crisp AC where we could chill out after hot walks or midday sun.
Chorlton gave us the perfect mix: green space, quiet mornings, belly laughs, and dog joy. We left with happy hearts (and a ton of Wilbur photos on our phones).