Denver's concourse A is nice and spacious until you get to the very end where they crowded 8 gates in the same space they allotted to 2 everywhere else. Guess where my flight was! Too many monkeys.
Since I had so much time in Denver I went for dinner at the Wolfgang Puck in concourse B, came back, and took a stroll across the walkway to the main terminal. I got to say hello to a very wee happy black poodle-boy who enthusiastically greeted me and gave me many puppy-kisses.
My own poodle woke Marissa up because she heard that I was back so I got enthusiastically and blearily welcomed home by my own girls. (Not necessarily respectively.)