Delta is a hole in the earth somewhere near nowhere in the remote West desert of Utah. It has no water, lots of blowing sand, a general store that sells curling irons, fish hooks and bacon, and it's the gateway to the Great Basin National Park. I've been there once, and have no desire, or reason, to go back. So why do I care about, where's Delta?
Don't.
Backstory:
Kel2 travelled to Louisville, KY on the red-eye flight in order to make it to a meeting we really wanted to attend. We made it (great meeting), but in the process we ended up with a couple of disposable airplane blankets in Tadaki's backpack so his shedding problem didn't end up in another $100 cleaning fee for the rental car or hotel room.
Tadaki ended up being pretty proud of his blanket booty and slept on, and fluffed up his favorite of the two red blankets.
Sidebar:
To teach a new command (code word for Trick), you need to have a unique name for that command. He's a quick learner so it took just one command for him to figure out what, "Where's Delta," meant.
"WHERE'S DELTA?"
T-Bone: "Gotta get that really, really cool red blanket the nice guy on the airplane gave me to cuddle up with. Where'd it go? Where'd it go?" After all, it's embroidered with DELTA across one corner. Delta became his new girlfriend.
He fluffs it. He lays on it. He wrangles, then licks it until Delta says, "You are ruining my sizing!"
So we spent a Kentucky night playing, WHERE'S DELTA, and he fetched and licked and eventually fell asleep with her. She's a redhead and she's coming home to meet the family.
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