Libby
Remember when I showed you our old front hall a couple weeks ago? See the panther stalking under the table?
Well, the panther is gone, baby, and replaced by this oh-so-perfect replacement.
Libby.
Libby is our Boykin Spaniel sculpture from Stephen Huneck. She used to hang out in the corner of the dining room, but, naturally, we don’t have a dining room anymore. Mom was wandering around, trying to decide where to put her … and … it’s perfect. Almost as if she was meant to be there in one of Huneck’s own tables.
Of course, she has her buddy, the ’round-the-corner dachshund to keep her company. (Not to mention a couple of Chappy’s toys nearby, in case they get bored.) (The dachshund’s name is Em, for Martha’s Vineyard where we got her … back when Stephen Huneck had a gallery there.)
And, why is her name Libby? Back before Chappy was born, but when I knew I was going to get a puppy from his litter, I planned on getting a girl. Since the due date was right about the fourth of July, I thought I’d name her Liberty and call her Libby for short. I even bought a red, white, and blue puppy collar for her … and then the litter was born, and there was only one girl who was already spoken for, and I got My Boy instead. No regrets at all! But when I got this Boykin Spaniel sculpture for my birthday that year, well … the name and collar fit perfectly.
Brought to you by:




Tannenbaum.
House Calls


Perfect! Libby is absolutely Perfect there!
Where’s the panther? You should hang the Stephen Huneck above the Libby table.
I know, Libby, Libby, Libby on the Table, Table, Table, You will Like it, Like it, Like it…
–Deb´s last blog ..Libby