It’s addictive, not compulsive

Since my 250 steps post, I have been meaning to count my own number of steps round the dog walking area.
Today I remembered to do it, and from the bench at the Marina entrance to our berth is 640 steps.
feetLooking back on a previous post, I can therefore roughly calculate how far each ‘wee run’ is for the dog.
In Lincolnshire, one of our early dog walks was exactly a mile and would take me 20 minutes to walk. Apparently a person has an average walking speed of about 3 mph.
Bearing in mind it takes me 2321 steps to walk a full mile, it would appear that the distance from our berth and back again is 1280 steps, so about half a mile.

We overslept this morning, so I took the dog out first, and was back at the boat in just over 10 minutes, so this calculation is pretty close.
Hubby commented that I obviously didn’t get much time when he took her out first thing, as he had only managed to make the bed and sweep the floor (we spent an ‘absolute fortune’ on a long handled dustpan and brush from the Pound Shop), whereas I also have a wash, get dressed, tidy up and prepare breakfast.
I pointed out that I usually walk a lot quicker than he does, especially when I’m on my own.
car park entranceOur walks in the woods could be anything from one to three miles or  25 minutes to a couple of hours, as a lot would depend on who we saw, the route we’d take, and how many times we needed to stop for a rest, so distance and time didn’t really factor into the equation sometimes.

Maggie is a creature of habit, and although we are taking her out 3, 4 or even 5 times a day, I don’t think she’s cottoned on yet that she’s being short changed in the mileage stakes.
We walked into town again today. That is a definite mile away, and we are doing that at least twice a week, so we’re doing our best!

thanks dog One of the nice things here is the Town Hall.
Most days they have something on which involves cups of tea and cake from the little kitchen there. Dogs are also welcome to go inside, so it makes a nice treat for us and a rest for Hubby, plus we are giving our support to whatever charity is sporting the event.
Today was the RNLI, and everyone fell in love with Maggie who was on her best behaviour as she got fuss by the ton, and the occasional titbit!

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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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