This dog loves his fan almost as much as my pup.
After every warm-weather walk, Rory Dog lies down right in front of the small circular fan I have in the corner of the living room. No standing or ear flapping for him; we’re talking flat on his belly, legs splayed out behind him like a turkey prepped for stuffing.
Once he cools off and starts to doze, he falls over on his side. (Rolls is too gentle a word for his total collapse.)
Ya gotta love dogs — I certainly do love mine!
The Sticky Egg 