I am fairly sure he’s enjoying this as much as he seems to be. Crispulito doesn’t get blow-dried, in fact, because by the time we’ve finished with the bath we are both in the mood for a little of that absence which makes the heart grow fonder. Water is not his thing. He is from the desert, after all. And he only gets washed in the summer, so we let him run around outside for a while and he dries naturally.
A few years ago one of the hamsters, in the course of an exploratory trip around the kitchen, fell into a pan of oil. I showered her carefully with hypoallergenic shampoo (that isn’t advice, by the way, it’s just what occurred to me at the time- see the old joke about the man whose cow fell down a hole) and blow-dried her at some length. She thought this was terrific fun, and was most put out when we finished. She stretched and preened in the warm air like a supermodel on a beach pretending she hasn’t noticed the cameraman.
In further news, it might interest readers to know about the sonic hedgehog homolog. There is, in the human genome, a bit that is known as the hedgehog protein, because the absence of it in Drosophila causes them to be shrivelled and prickly. There are a number of variant homologs in man, known as the desert hedgehog, Indian hedgehog and sonic hedgehog homologs (DHH, IHH and SHH). They seem to have some role in the transmission and processing of signals by the nervous system. We erinacidae turn up in very unexpected places.