I have the best parents ever. My dad dropped us off at the airport, helped me skycap my bags, then hugged us goodbye. I then went inside to get the dog's ticket at the regular ticket counter. After that, I realized I left my phone in the car, so I used a payphone to call him, and he drove all the way from his house AGAIN to bring it inside to me, while an accomplice (I don't know if it was Liz or my mom) kept the car running at the curb. So, we made the flight, I had my phone, the two kids, the dog, and all of our stuff. We had a plane change in Denver, and then everyone took a nap on the second flight.