heidicuhlman Worst part of the day: watching daddy leave for work. :( 13h
  •   squidproquo It pains me when I have to leave my lady or watch her go too. But I love knowing we'll be back together in a few days or later on. What a cute pup. 12h

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heidicuhlman New button. #baymax 1d

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heidicuhlman Happy to be home with bb girl. 2d

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heidicuhlman Everybody sleuth! 4d

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heidicuhlman DND Players Handbook in full effect. Thanks for the table, Starbucks. 1w

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heidicuhlman Here's to all the hairstylists of the world that can make a weirdo chick feel like a million bucks. @terri_zazu is truly amazing. 1w

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heidicuhlman Fancy haircut o'clock. 1w

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heidicuhlman Oh yes. 1w

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heidicuhlman Someone knows I'm almost home. 2w

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heidicuhlman Hi, Oliver! ๏ธ 2w

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heidicuhlman Last night's sunset. 2w

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heidicuhlman Paper boutonnieres for the gents. #uhlmanray 2w

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heidicuhlman Epic walk season is upon us! 2w

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heidicuhlman Day-off rituals: making breakfast, watching the Daily Show, and hangin' with dog. 2w

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heidicuhlman "Oh my god. You have no tail. WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR TAIL." I turned to my left to see a cab pull to a stop, a young, glassy-eyed woman, mouth agape, clutching a sliver of a rolled down window, staring at me and the dog at my feet. Her and her drunk friends piled out of the cab clown-car style to rush me and "my" dog.

The drunk woman was incorrect, and not just about the alcohol-related choices that she makes at 11:00 a.m. This dog did have a tail. It was tucked so firmly between her legs, one would never be able to see it. The woman and her drunk comrades boisterously discussed all the reasons dogs hide their tails between their legs while I took the opportunity to ignore them and mentally regroup.

I had walked out of the Anti-Cruelty Society not twenty minutes prior, with the ginger dog in tow. She was now MY dog, the reality of which had not yet come close to occurring to me. We struggled down crowded streets, my extreme anxiety growing as she bolted from side to side on leash the strength of a shoe string, through throngs of drunken idiots, as I tried desperately to find a cab. She would often become so scared, she would stop dead in her tracks and refuse to move. She wouldn't stop shaking. It was a difficult day, and it had barely begun. In talking to those strangers, it was nice to have a moment of peace, even if it was rather unconventional. "You should name her something Irish! Since, you know, you adopted her on St. Patrick's Day weekend!" exclaimed the drunk stranger. While I'm not Irish, and I certainly chose to name her something decidedly NOT Irish, I figured that today, I could give Satellite an Irish-y cookie at least, because today is still a special day.
That drunk girl probably does not remember the conversation we'd had, but I still do, exactly one year later.

Happy adoption anniversary, Satellite.
2w
  •   keaneva Thanks for sharing, what a great story! 2w

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  •   coppermahdog you were in my dream AGAIN. 3x now. Is it a sign??! 2w
  •   heidicuhlman @coppermahdog Are we doing any cool shit in these dreams?? 2w
  •   coppermahdog The one before this yes. And for some reason my allergist was included covering our asses but we ditched high school to go get tattoos downtown and came back thru the forest preserve. Yea hell if I know! 2w

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heidicuhlman Happy couples / white picket fences 2w

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heidicuhlman Sunset. 2w

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