Rose, our mobile groomer, knocked on the door to pick up MaeRose. I asked where Darby was -
the response - "He's in the dryer, and he really seems to like it."
For the next hour I sat and giggled at the idea of Darby being 'in the dryer.' Sort of like imagining him in the oven, or the dishwasher.
Of course, I had to see for myself. The dryer is a large glass enclosed rectangle, with sliding doors -
which wafts a gentle breeze. Much nicer than a loud electric blower.