Poor Fudge doesn't realise that as non-Labradors we are not willing to take him for his third walk of the day in the teeming rain.
It was beautifully warm and sunny when I was at work today but by evening time it had clouded over and by dog walk time the skies had opened.
So Fudge is going to have to content himself with sitting beside us on the sofa as we cuddle up in front of the fire (yes fire) and watch some telly.