Zeke has a love-hate relationship with my hairdryer. He wanders into the bathroom whenever I’m drying my hair, eager to get some hot air blown on him. He even moves around to redirect the air to different parts of his body. First the chest … then a little on the shoulders … and don’t forget about the back end, Ma.

“Fire breathing dragon! I want to bite you but I cannot!”

">Post-bath, however, is a different story. He’s so keyed up by the cleansing process that the hairdryer suddenly becomes his enemy.

Then we’ll have moments of calm acceptance where he seems to remember that he likes the feeling of heat on his body.

“Ahh, yes. This is nice.”

Moments later, he’ll revert to kill or be killed mode.

“Be ye not yet vanquished? Prepare to die!”

Of course, the very next time I take it out to do my hair, Zeke is right there beside me, looking cold and pathetic.

Does your dog welcome the hairdryer, or want to kill it like Zeke?