Kate has three dark maroon throws that are covering the couches in the TV room. They're some kind of plush finish; not velour or velveteen, but something like that.
Well, if they're on the couches, they're full of dog hair and aroma, by definition. So, in the frenzy of trying to get the place clean for My Wife's Return (cue fanfare), I put them in the laundry.
The fuzz, whatever it is, is not very well attached to the base fabric. When I open the washer, there's a layer of soggy red fuzz all over. Feh.
OK. Put the throws in the drier, and scrape down the washer.
Open the drier. The fabric is still soggy, BUT loose bits of dry fluff escape and start flying around the garage. F*ck. Run the fabric again. Still soggy, but more loose fluff escapes. By the third time, the fabric is still wet, but the garage looks like the House Gryffindor dustbunnies have moved in.
OK, the throws go on the laundry line. By the end of the day, they're dry enough to put back on the couches.
Later in the week: laundry time. Nothing dries in the drier. Fbomb.
I figured out the airflow was zero. The hot air was coming in, but the outlet was blocked.
Pulled the vent hose. Opened up the back, you can't get into the plenum that way. It's sealed.
However, there was a lot of red lint in the vent hose.
A hah, I says to myself.
Pull out the lint screen, turn on the drier to NO HEAT. Sure enough, air comes UP the lint filter shaft.
Grabbed a piece of rubber hose and started poking and shifting down the lint filter shaft.
TWO POUNDS OF DAMP RABID GRYFFINDOR DUSTBUNNIES FLY OUT THE VENT CHUTE, ATTACK MY LEGS, AND INFEST THE ENTIRE LAUNDRY AREA!
But the drier works better than it has in years!
As Doc Nickel says, Some people go to therapy. I go to the garage and break things.