Before Maurice picked up a guitar and became a yo-bro-on-the-go jazz player extroidionaire he of course took issue with loud, and-ever-dog-like Bobetta. They ran and played and Bobetta got scratched. Eventually though they became friends. 
Life has changed here in River City. That's the way of things when animals have to co-exist. They find a way. Of course, a small bribe of a pearl encrusted dog coat helped considerably. I did promise not to make muppets anymore did'nt I? I seem to enjoy knitting barn yard friends to much to stay committed to my promises. I did return to sane-R knitting..you know...the kind you wear. I have miles and miles of lavender colored tweed strangling my muppet brain cells at the moment. But I'll "be backkkk" There is still a horse trying to get out ! Mercy.
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