A walk with Choco

This weekend I bought myself a new pedometer. I dropped my old one and it broke into three pieces. Time for another one. My new one doesn't seem to register smaller movements... which is just as well because I think I was tricking myself into believing quilting hand motion equaled a few extra steps. Choco and I went out to add steps to my pedometer.


"Ooh. The ferns are so soft. They tickle my tummy!"

"Bleh. These flowers taste terrible."

"Come on Mom. Let's get going!"

"Choco! Where are you going?! Come back!"

"Good dog. But you sure got wet. Take a breather by our church."

"I'm pooped."

"Let's take the short-cut through the forest."

A forty minute walk. 4625 steps (for me. Choco had more I'm sure.)