So, It Turns Out the Name, Glamis, Is Also Related to Scotland and a Castle. Going Back To Roots.

Located in the village of Glamis in Angus, Scotland, is a castle built in 1372. With Gothic architecture, and a childhood for Queen Elizabeth, it has a sandy look with dark peeks, so it now makes sense that when Glamis's paperwork was faxed to the vet today, the name Glamis Castle, seemed to be what the owners were after, rather than the Glamis Dunes in California. Either way it works.

The puppy is royalty. Although there's folklore about the monster of Glamis, a child born hideously deformed to a family that once lived there, I'd have to say that the dog inherited the cute gene with her title.

And with the dog now comes vet expenses, dog treats, and dog digestion. What is out is always an edible possibility for a dog on the search of filling its never satisfied tummy.

Today, we ate breakfast twice because Tunga and I didn't communicate. We ate a carrot which was okay, but then the expensive ball we bought was tore apart and swallowed in seconds. As Emily said, "Don't they have dog interest groups who test these canine trinkets?" I guess not.

Glamis is also comfortable in the house, tearing through each room like Flash Gordon while leaping across our heads, chests, thighs, pillows, and everything else. It's a good thing I will be on sabbatical this fall to help keep things on the calm.

The vet said she should max out at 70 pounds (at most) so I won't have another Baby on my had. He said we hit the trifecta: great structure, great health, and great personality. I can take that, although my bank account is whimpering at feeding all three boys this summer and now a dog.

This too shall pass and I will miss the chaos and funk of summer 2015.