Brutus, the lamb.

Occasionally on Sunday mornings, if I walk this way, I see a man and his dog standing on the corner. He smokes as he waits, and, from the butts at his feet, it seems he has a long wait. Today I stopped to pat and chat:
"Lovely dog"
"Oh, 'e's a lamb...'e won't bitecha, 'es 'armless"
"What's his name?"
"Brutus, 'es very friendly"
pat, pat
"Hi Brutus...may I take your photograph?"
"ooeee...other's 'ave wanted to take 'im too...SIT Brutus!"
click.
"Thankyou, Brutus must be a wonderful companion."
"oooaye..better than a woman. 'e don't talk back!"
wink, wink.