Pudding, named after a character from one of Master H’s favourite TV shows (when he was 5!) although quite fitting considering this delinquent is as thick as pudding at times, is a standard (if you can call 30kg ‘standard’) first generation labradoodle. He has recently turned 3.

Pudding, like most dogs, is expensive and likes to treat us to regular vet visits, refuses ‘normal’ dog food*, and will tell everyone and anyone who will listen that he is in charge.

*Don’t worry he doesn’t starve because I lovingly make Pud’s food every week, because he’s a pampered prince who would rather starve than eat the off-the-shelf dog food.

The smarts of a poodle, mixed with the daftness and stupidity of a labrador is not for the faint hearted – he knows how to sit, stay, leave and all the basics, however he will willingly run into walls and doors, fall over his own feet, bark at his reflection and generally is just a liability.

But just look at that face.