When I was little, we used to go visit my aunt on the weekends. She was cool. We'd watch bowling, roller derby and monster movies.
And then, this came on.
Far from achieving the effect of teaching me anything, the show was actually frightening. The music was rambling and off-key, the boy and his dog seemed to wander off and nearly get killed in almost every episode, and the lessons centered around the need to absolutely obey everything you were ever told.
I bet a lot of people are in therapy over this.
Now, I do like claymation, but that's no reason to put up with this mess. At least 'Gumby' was funny every so often.