I had one that loved being dried off. He would run outside in the rain, and then run back in so that I would cover him with a towel and dry him off. Then he'd do the same thing again. I must have "dried" him off 500 times during his life. The day he died, it was raining. I wrapped him in his towel and stood out in the rain with him for one last time. I buried him in his towel. I sure do miss that ole boy.