Well, somewhat royally pissed.
We drove the 50 minutes to go see him today only to get told once we got there that he wasn't there today..
The poor shop lady felt so bad and me being a pregnant ball of hormones had to resist bursting into tears while Brad said "Oh, it's okay." and in my head I'm thinking "No, it's not okay. It's far from okay. I won't get to see him next week." etc etc.
Sigh. I know breeders are humans too, we all get busy, I can't hold it against anyone. I just wish he was there. I feel like he's gonna look SO different when I finally get to see him.
The shop lady told us she would buy him a toy or something to compensate for the gas and the trouble.. I'm less concerned about the gas than the time I don't get to spend with him, but I appreciate the thought nonetheless.
Ohwell. Hopefully I'll have pictures next week, even if I'm still in the hospital I'm gonna make Brad go and take pictures/videos. No way I'm gonna go 3 weeks without seeing him at least digitally..