This snort-aloud Australian comedy is sweet, hilarious - and a surprisingly sharp look at male loneliness and mid-life crisis. Who’s a good show then?!

Whenever I watch a programme featuring an animal and realise I’m expected to have a specific, prescribed reaction to that animal, I hit a wall. I call it the Cuteness Assumptive Theory: Subjectivity in Television issue (CATSIT for short). It boils down to this: if your show’s success depends on me finding your lead actor scrumptious-wumptious, you’ve already failed. We all like different things.

The theory applies equally to humans. We all know that moment when some interchangeable heartthrob ambles into a US sitcom scene. Every character loses their mind, this being apparently the hottest person on Earth, while you sit there thinking, ‘Huh?’ It happens with child stars too. Casting directors have a narrow spectrum of children they assume will trigger an “awww” from audiences. The response usually triggered in me is “Couldn’t they find a better actor?” I’m not trying to be liked here! Anyway, it was the animal version that came to mind this week, watching Dog Park.