Happy the Cowboy

Here is one I didn't know my brother had.  Happy the cowboy was in my house most of our lives.  So he must have been created back in the 70s.  He's a little dusty these days but you can still see the oil paint is still pretty vibrant.

Happy and I had a bit of history because as a young boy I accidently broke it.  I busted his legs off at the knees.  I tried to cover my tracks and just glue it back together but Dad noticed.  Caught! He then took it and fixed it properly.  I couldn't even see where the break was.

One can assume he was named happy because of the bottle in his hand or maybe because of his simple look ignorance is bliss.  Either way glad to see he's still around.