Blair and Peyton have been cross-species partners for a very long time. Despite, or maybe because of, their differences they always had something to discuss evenings over a few glasses of may apple wine. Blair is famous in the wildwood for his industriousness and reliability. He even does volunteer work on Saturdays. Peyton is a bit of a goof off and loves a good joke. Possums like Peyton stay up very late and enjoy hanging by their tails or acting as if they’re dead. Blair never did understand that.
Peyton claims he’s a forth nephew, twice removed (against his will), of the famous Pogo who lived half a century ago, 200 miles south, in the Okefenokee swamp. 
Pogo had been quite famous and got involved in national politics at one point. The south was even more conservative then, so after serving just a year as a legislative assistant, he returned from Washington to hang out with his swamp friends and make pithy comments like, “We have met the enemy, and it’s us.” Peyton isn’t very interested in local politics and doesn’t understand anything beyond that. He likes Sarah Palin, but don’t ask him why.
Sometimes Peyton would sneak over to the cabin when Dakota and the crazy woman were still asleep and inventory the contents of their garbage can. One time Dakota started barking and our coward had to scamper back to Blair’s house. Dakota, sniffed around where Peyton had been and made detailed olfactory notes. Next time, it would be his turn to intrude into that lazy possum’s territory, scratch the ground, leave his business card, a resume, and a very firm cover letter.