I managed to find David at what I believe is now the world's second busiest airport rather than the busiest and then we headed back home, where the dog and he fell madly in love. Don't ask.
I took him out for Chicago-style pizza and he pronounced it "nice" which I believe is a euphenism for "not exactly crap," but that's allright. Then we came back home and he's been attached to my computer ever since (I'm in the next room on Mom's at the moment). I do believe he's part Borg, but I really DON'T want to think about where he attaches to the computer. Eeeyeeew, I just did. -.-
Tomorrow I'm going to take him into Chicago proper and we'll go to the Field Museum and then either the Sears Tower or the Hancock, and then a quick trip to Boystown and driving through the city.
Okay, I think I am going to go and kick his arse offline and make him sleep.