Guest post from Norman:
Hank knows it is sauna time when he hears the crinkling of the dog-food bags I use to store kindling in, even if he is out in the woods, he comes running. Hank is excited a first, then calms down. Sauna gets him a little lethargic. I have to force him to get down off upper bench to the lower. He likes it up there.
What else? He has blue eyes that all the ladies adore. We play kayak tag on wild lakes in Northern Wisconsin. Hank runs along shoreline while I paddle. Hank is a great construction companion, especially masonry, and stays hyper alert whenever I run the bobcat. He is OSHA-approved.
By the way, dogs can only thermo-regulate by panting. Even though he clearly enjoys the hell out of it, I keep a close eye on him and send him out for a drink and cool-down. After a while he stands at the door whining to come in again. He lays right under the woodstove in the house too.
EDITORS NOTE: “sauna dog” Hank may appreciate sauna cat Spirit, shown here.