Aside from Ronald, they abandoned the McDonaldland gang a couple decades ago. And it disappoints me, because they were so much better than that ugly kid and his goat, or the nightmare-inducing happy meal box.
I get what’s going on, but I prefer to think the veterinarian just walked in the door and Roscoe is greeting him by name, as his vet happens to be Rowlf, the piano-playing dog from the Muppets.
Don’t cheese Pig off, Goat.