I somehow managed to get myself, two dogs, two large suitcases, and my backpack (containing, among other things, my camera and laptop) to the Calgary airport without too much trouble. West Jet was fabulous with Lincoln and Darla and they got a lot of attention and were complimented on their adorableness several times.
Once I got to Abbotsford it got a little more complicated. Our flight arrived 15 minutes early and I had nobody greet me off the plane. This was not an issue as I had to wait for my luggage and dogs to come off anyway, and I figured mom and dad would be there long before all my stuff. Of course this is the one time my luggage was the first off the plane. I took my two bags and hooked them together, put my backpack on my back, and waited for the dogs. Two West Jet boys came out with the crate and told me I had "freaking awesome" dogs. Then they left me with the crate that has no wheels and no handle. The luggage carts were far away, I didn't have any change for the stupid thing anyway, my parents still weren't around. So I took the dogs out of the crate and put them on their leashes. I held my two suitcases (by the pull handle) and the dog leashes in one hand, and the crate door in the other. The dogs were very excited about their freedom and basically pulled me to the front door of the airport, my suitcases and the crate dragging behind me. At this point there were only two other people visible in the airport so I went outside, wondering if my parents had forgotten about me.
After, like, forever, I finally see mom coming, looking at me with wonder and admiration as I tried to stack the crate on top of my suitcases. I asked mom to carry the crate but she was holding it so awkwardly I thought she might injure herself so I took the crate and put her in charge of the dogs and suitcases.
We get to the truck where dad is waiting, completely useless because he can't lift anything as he is still recovering from his surgery. Mom is a bit of a wimp, so that left me to load up the bed of the truck with the crate and large, heavy luggage. I finally get into the cab where mom, dad, and the dogs are waiting to leave. Darla is curled up contently on the heated massage chair and Lincoln is trying to figure out how he can also get on it.
The drive back was uneventful and I was pretty tired so I pretty much went straight to bed, though not until I showed dad why my laptop is so much better than his. By the way, he's not convinced.