Meet Rocky

Rocky is the newest member of our family. He is a 5 year old boxer with an awesome personality. To tell about the adventure of how we came to have Rocky join our family, you need to understand one thing... Tim hates dogs. There, I said it. He hates dogs so badly that I sometimes wonder if he was attacked or something as a child and repressed that memory or something. As it is, I was resigned to the fact that we would never own a dog.

The kids on the other hand...
     They would ask for animals all the time. We've had cats, guinea pigs, rats, frogs, and a mouse. There were even times we had a dog, but as quickly as we got the dogs, they would have to be given away because of some reason or another that Tim would think of. Usually it involved the dog poop or the barking. He can't stand neither. He kept saying he wanted a useful dog if we were going to have one.

Sadly, when we moved, we had some unfortunate deaths in the family. Our sweet rats, Salt and Pepper, passed away. It was so sad! All of the kids had a really hard time with their deaths. I think it was because we had just moved and they felt like everything was already falling a part. In the aftermath of this great sadness, Rigel decided he couldn't live without a pet of his own. Of course, he wanted a dog. He kept wearing his dad down with things like, "I will clean up the poop" , and "he will be trained to do fun and cool things." Tim kept saying no.

I got Rigel a little mouse named Strike. Rigel loved her and would give her treats and play with her a lot! Sadly, Ara's cat Midnight loved her as well. He caught her one night. Ara saved her before there was damage done...or so we thought. Two days later, she died.

Rigel was heart broken once again! He cried for a long time, but all the tears paid off. He convinced his daddy that he needed a dog.

The search for the perfect dog was on. He couldn't be too little or too big for that matter. He needed to be older and already trained. But not an old dog, we had one of those once and it didn't last for too long. He needed to have the energy and strength to keep up with Rigel, but not so much energy that he couldn't calm down easily. We searched for a long time.

Finally, on KSL.com we found a dog that had all of our qualifications. He was fully trained and had been a wonderful companion to a boy that had now become a man. His boy decided to join the Army reserves and could no longer take care of the dog. That is where we stepped in. I made all the phone calls and made sure that he would be perfect for Tim's specifications. The best part...they were only asking $100 for this fine dog. The down side...he was in North Logan.

We made the drive and it was worth every penny. Rocky is a wonderful dog! He is obedient and clean. Weird enough, he even pushes his dog food that spills on the floor into a pile. He plays with the kids and calms quickly when they calm. It's like he was made for our family! Even Tim is in love with Rocky. I never thought it was possible for Tim to enjoy a dog so much, but he really does love him. Rocky loves and respects Tim too. The new member of our family will surely be loved and appreciated for a long time.

Welcome, Rocky, to our adventures. I'm sure you will fit right in and enjoy every minute of it!

The Great Indiana Jones Adventure

Indiana Jones is the most epic adventurer I know of. He is quick on his feet, good at solving problems, and always has another adventure he's ready to go on. The closest adventurer to Indiana Jones would be my husband, Tim Watt. He always has a new place to explore, another treasure to find, or just some Spanish symbols to investigate. Another thing they both have in common... The Hat.

Indiana Jones

Tim's hat has been a part of him for so long, that my children can't draw a picture of Daddy unless it has a hat on. He wears it everywhere he goes and it has enough wear and tear to show the adventurer that he is.

Tim Watt

This weekend we took the kids to the local amusement park, Lagoon. If you are a native Utahn, then you know exactly what I'm talking about. The roller coasters and thrill rides, all the stuff for the adrenaline junkie to get their fix for the year. My kids included. The first ride you go on when you get there is always The White Roller coaster. We stepped on the ride strapped ourselves in and got ready to go. As we slowly made our ascent, I reminded Tim to watch his hat. "I got it" he says. Halfway through the ride, it flew off his head, hit Centauri's arm, and fell overboard! I could have cried!

The exact spot he lost it is covered by the tree in the left hand corner.

There was no way he could just walk away. My brother Christian and I took the kids on a few more rides and Tim became more and more obsessed with getting his hat back. He walked the perimeter of the coaster, going back and forth trying to find it. It was nowhere. It had disappeared and was lost forever. He was feeling so sick and thinking "Not like this, a cliff or a river, not like this!" We went to the security office and checked the lost and found. In a last ditch attempt to find it, we rode the White coaster once again, this time to see if we could see the hat.

Tim with no hat is NO BUENO!!

When we came to the place that he lost it at, I looked around and saw it. It was between the tracks! I yelled "I found it" and everyone cheered in excitement. The problem now, was how in the world could we retrieve it? There was talk of breaking in after hours and all manner of silliness going around the kids. Tim was willing to do anything. It felt like the moment on The Last Crusade when Indy had just climbed up the cliff and everyone was so happy to see him, but he still didn't have his hat. He sits down to take a rest and his hat flies in front of him.

I knew we would get it back somehow. Tim went to security again and told them exactly where it was. He was told they were doing a track sweep at seven and he should come back then. We did a few more rides and had some more fun. Seven o'clock came around and Tim went to see if they got his hat. The kids and I decided to head back to the picnic tables with my brother and his young-un. We were eating a snack and praying that God would let Daddy get his hat back.

He's just so cute and sexy!!!

Sure enough, he comes strolling in with his sexy hat on his head and a grin on his face. "I'm back, Baby!" he says as everyone cheered so loud I'm sure the whole park could hear it! So, just like Indiana Jones, my adventurer lives to go on another adventure with his amazing hat intact and on his head, where it should be!