The song is actually depressing, that poor Gromit is out of his own house sleeping in the dog house, while that damn penguin is playing this song on the radio in full blast.
You might want to ask if that cute little puppy is house-broken, lady. My first husband loved dogs, I did not. Yet he would continue to bring puppies home for me to tend to. Bah! Should have left the daily clean-up for him to do ... my mistake!