Were it not for our dog, I’d probably be dead by now. Or if not dead, a lot less healthy, and/or significantly heavier than I am at the moment.
That’s because I walk our dog three-to-four times a day, and doing so results in an average, according to the health app on my iPhone, of around 12,000 steps, or almost five and a half miles, a day.
Of course, being retired now, I am available to walk our dog, which my wife and I often do together, every day. But when I was still working, I was typically able to walk our dog only at night and on weekends, leaving most of the walks to my wife. As a result, I was averaging somewhere between 4,000 to 5,000 steps a day BR (Before Retirement).
Without our dog and these walks, I’d would be unlikely to clock in much more than a thousand steps a day. I know this because a couple of years back, my wife took off for a two week cross country drive with our dog. I couldn’t join her because it was a really busy time at work. So I was left home alone with our cat, an indoor cat who doesn’t need (or want) to be walked.
During that two week period, I averaged just under 1,000 steps a day. I also ate a lot of junk food (e.g., foods that are either microwaveable or deliverable), which my wife makes sure is kept to a minimum when she’s around.
So yes, I owe my life, or at least my relatively good health (for an old fart like me), to our dog, without whom I’d be spending much more time sitting on my ass and getting hardly any exercise.
Oh yes, and to my wife, who does what she can to make sure I eat healthy meals.
Now please excuse me while I go walk my dog.