My grand-niece, who we call Hay and who turned 4 a few weeks ago, first met Primo soon after I brought him over from Italy, when we were staying at my parents’ house. My mom had Hay come stay for a few days and Primo did nothing during those days except follow Hay around and tilt his head and stare at her until she would pet him, but I guess “until” is the wrong word because it implies he stopped following and tilting and staring when she petted him, which he did not. He had decided to love her, and love means being creepy.
That was 8 months ago and they hadn’t seen each other since, but Hay’s mother tells me the kid talks about “Peemo” all the time. So when we finally had Hay over this weekend while my sister (her grandmother) was here visiting from out of state, it was love renewed. Primo resumed his gaze of admiration, and nearly ripped Firefly’s throat out when she barked at Hay. But it was a hot day so after a few hours, he was crashed out in the shady grass, which must have made Hay think he didn’t love her anymore so she picked a dandelion (I told her it was a “pretty flower” – kid can learn the truth when she’s older) and offered it to him. He sat up for a minute to sniff the bounty…
And then his head flopped to the ground again because who’s a sleepy boy? and that’s when Hay began to worry that he was never going to arise.
“Why isn’t Peemo beathing?”, she asked, and I assured her he was breathing, just not moving. She was unconvinced even though his ribcage was moving up and down, but she’s barely 4 so expectations should be low regarding her medical diagnostic talents.
She looked back and forth from him to me, looked at the dandelion, and started whispering while caressing him. “Peemo, wake up…Peemo. Peemo. Peeeeemo. Peeeeeeemowwwwwwww.”
It turns out she does possess the deductive skill to reckon that my sister and I wouldn’t be laughing and merrily taking pictures while cooing “OH MY GOD HOW CUUUUUTE” if the dog was in fact dead so she decided to accept Primo’s determination to have his nap.
Even Rupert-not-his-real-name thought this was cute. He usually doesn’t think anything is cute but even the hardest-assed hard-ass has a soft spot and I guess Rupert’s is Primo being adored by a curly-headed 4-year-old.
You’re right, Rachel, that’s terminal cuteness right there. :)
In the stratosphere of cute. Had a smile on my face from start to finish. Can never get enough pix of Primo (“Peeemo”) and having a cute girl trying to wake him up is delightful.
Awww. That’s sweet. Primo looks like he must’ve played himself down to a nub.
That is definitely Primo cute! As a great grandmother I can assure you there is NOTHING cuter than a 4 year old little girl, specially if she has those curly locks. That would be my granddaughter #1 so don’t tell #2 cause she had, and has, straight, straight hair. But they are grown, almost 21 and almost 17, so coming up in the ranks are the greats, a 4 year old boy, and he is CUTE, and twins, boy and girl age 3, also CUTE. There is nothing grandmothers, aunts and friends like more than seeing these cute pictures. And if you are a dog lover, too, JACKPOT.
Ok…I don’t like kids, and I don’t like dogs. I’m strictly a cat person all the way. But I must say (don’t tell anyone!) that I have been absolutely loving these posts on Primo and Firefly. Sometimes their cuteness and adorableness almost moves me to tears.
You have some seriously loveable dogs there. It’s so great that you all found each other. Very cool story.
Ubercute.
Too cute!
Now I have diabetes, that was so sweet.
I’ve been enjoying your posts for years. This time I have to chime in. SHE IS ADORABLE! I speak as the Gramma of an also adorable 4 year old girl! Primo is precious too. Amazing souvenir from Italy!
Re pic #2:
To this day, I maintain that I’m the grumpy old bastard that I am, because I never had a Big Wheel.
All other pictures are cute, cute, CUTE.
Re pic #2:
To this day, I maintain that I’m the grumpy old bastard that I am, because I never had a Big Wheel.
All other pictures are cute, cute, CUTE.
Sweet pictures.
Nice post!
It makes me think of my daughters when they were all adorable and inquisitive.
Drink it up while you can. They grow up so doggoned fast!
It’s cold & actually sleeting here today! I’m getting a cold for Easter. Then I come here & see the sunny child & wonderful dog. Such a nice gift. Hay is absolutely darling. And Primo. What more can be said about him? Complete gentleman, always dignified, immediately welcomes Firefly into his house…& gentle guardian of little girls. Thanks for all the wonderful posts.
Indeed, cuteness incarnate. Good boy Primo!
AWWWW, As much as he loves Firefly, Hay was there first.
Can I have one of both? ;-)
Overwhelming cuteness.