I don't feel like talking about my run. That's just going to get boring if I do that every time, and this blog is already kind of dull. At this point, my dog is the best thing in my life. Meet Oscar.
Then I let him out (he still has trouble calming down enough to sit and wait while I put on his harness and open the door), and we walk a few blocks, about a half mile. I don't actually know what the prescribed distance or mode of cool down I'm supposed to do, but this has been working out so far.
When we get back home, I sit on the porch and stretch. In Oscar world, when I sit on the ground to do butt stretches, it means it's time for snuggles. It's a pretty common occurrence for him to need as much of his body touching as much of my body as possible, no matter what.
I actually found a description of temperament in bull terriers, which I think Oscar has in him. It basically describes exactly the way Oscar is: "The Bull Terrier is a fun, comical, people-loving dog. They are known to be courageous, scrappy, fun-loving, active, clownish, and fearless. They enjoy being around people, sometimes a little too much, and can prove positively dangerous to people of a delicate nature, not through malicious intent, but rather through their exuberance." That's basically Oscar to a T. He's a good buddy.