It's The Andy Griffith Show

Rosemary's coy attitude was almost like a game. It was a welcome distraction from the fair's other unfortunate, physically-focused activities. A smooth conversation was just the thing. Of course, Rags was also in heat, but she desperately hoped that the murky water was concealing the tell-tale scent. He was terribly attractive; there was something strangely enchanting about him... perhaps his vaguely feminine features? Androgyny had always appealed to her.

Twitching her tail, Rags focused on another fish in the water and went for it. "Ah... well, I suppose," she murmured. Torin had been kind enough to invite her along, he couldn't have known that most events had to do with physical prowess. They had had such a productive conversation about her strengths! Or was this all some kind of joke? As she was wrapped up in her thoughts, a strange two-headed creature paddled up to her. Rags stumbled in surprise, ending up sitting flat on her butt in the water. "Well, isn't that something." she murmured, stretching out her own nose to greet... them? It?

Attempt #3