We have taken to calling him Bob. We don't know why.
Bob actually joined us a few months ago, adopted from an Etsy seller, and I've been so impressed with how he just moved right in that I forgot to show him off. I like that he's big (12 inches tall), bold, and brassy.
He lives on the fireplace mantel under the sunburst clock.
If it needs saying, I have no trendy plans to spray-paint him white or some ungodly neon color. Just like Mr. Rogers, I like him just the way he is.
I hope he maintains his dignity when I put tinsel on his antlers at Christmas time.