HE WASN'T NOTHIN' BUT A HOUND DOG, WITH A FANCY NAME

This morning in the park a frisky black dog got a little too affectionate with my dog, and growling ensued. The owner of the black dog - a chubby bearded guy, smoking a pipe - strolled casually up to his hyper-humping pooch shouting: "Elliott! That's enough, Elliott!"
And while pulling Bailey away from the amorous Elliott, I couldn't help wondering:
1) Who the hell smokes a pipe these days?
2) Who the hell smokes a pipe in the morning?
3) Who the hell names his dog ELLIOTT?
Then I remembered - this is England! It all makes sense! The more ridiculous the name, the more regal the hound!