My Dad knew everything. Ok, so maybe he didn’t really know everything, but he did come up with some things I have never heard anywhere else. I was reminded of that tonight when this word prompt sent me looking for definitions of agate.
Flashback to my youth. We knew some people who had some just born puppies. Of course, we fell in love with them and “had to” have one. They were a Pekingese and Poodle mix – a Pekipoo. Of course, we had a tough decision to make, what to name the little guy. I don’t really remember any of the names that were thrown out in the voting hat except the winner, the one Dad came up with. I still remember him walking into the living room with a dictionary in hand saying, “How about Agate?”
Dad was a “rock-hound” and had studied Geology in college. We were all thinking Dad wanted to name our dog after a rock. No way! That is when Dad began to read out one of the definitions in this old dictionary we had. “Agate means a small diminutive person.” After the jokes were passed around about our short mom, we began to warm up to the name. It was unique. It described him well as he was small. So, Agate became a part of our family.
Buster was hungry. He had been chasing the neighborhood squirrel, digging up a couple of bones and barked at the mailman. He was headed to his porch and a delicious bowl of food. As he walked up the stairs he stopped suddenly. There was someone else at his food bowl. He was not a dog or cat. He wasn’t sure what he was, but Buster was smart enough to think twice before he approached him. There were some mean animals and he didn’t want to be chased. He decided to sit back and wait until the animal was done eating.
Written for Fandango’s February Expressions (FFE) #21
I have given it much thought and I think I will pick a topic of sorts. Basically a chance for you to get to know me a little bit better. Each day I will pick something about me to write about. I hope you enjoy this little challenge, I think I will.
A is for Agate
When I was young we had a friend whose dog had puppies. They were a mix of a Pekingese and a Poodle, a Peekapoo. We brought one home and waited to see how he interacted with the cats we already had. But first we had to name him.
My dad came up with the name of Agate. I only knew of it as a type of stone. There is also the definition from the word origins that meant a diminutive person… that is what Dad said would fit this little dog perfectly.
He was a good little watch dog and ate more cat food than dog food. He was very protective and would growl at a couple of my friends when they came over, never bite only threatened.
Sadly my Mom had him taken to the animal shelter when we got new carpet. She did it while I was in school and I never got a chance to say goodbye. I still miss my little Agate.