It's The Andy Griffith Show

The wind shifted and the scent of estrus reached him, raising a long bristle of fur along his back. He licked his lips, his eyes wide on the woman, before a fish flickered past his paws and he dove once again to catch it. He flung the fish onto the bank and shook his fur out again, a soft rumble climbing his throat as he spoke.

“That’s an interesting name. What does it mean?”

Again his white tail flicked his eyes roving over her, but no, he willed himself to look away, forcing himself to focus on his task and avoid losing track of the event for a second time.

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