by William from NOLA » Fri Feb 02, 2007 7:06 pm
Muldoon lived alone in the Irish countryside
with only a pet dog for company. One day the dog died,
and Muldoon went to the parish priest and asked,
"Father, me dog is dead. Could ya' be saying' a mass
for the poor creature?"
Father Patrick replied, "I'm afraid not; we
cannot have services for an animal in the church. But
there are some Baptists down the lane, and there's no
tellin' what they believe. Maybe they'll do something
for the creature."
Muldoon said, "I'll go right away Father. Do
ya' think $5,000 is enough to donate to them for the
service?"
Father Patrick exclaimed, "Sweet Mary, Mother
of Jesus! Why didn't ya tell me the dog was Catholic?"
Muldoon lived alone in the Irish countryside
with only a pet dog for company. One day the dog died,
and Muldoon went to the parish priest and asked,
"Father, me dog is dead. Could ya' be saying' a mass
for the poor creature?"
Father Patrick replied, "I'm afraid not; we
cannot have services for an animal in the church. But
there are some Baptists down the lane, and there's no
tellin' what they believe. Maybe they'll do something
for the creature."
Muldoon said, "I'll go right away Father. Do
ya' think $5,000 is enough to donate to them for the
service?"
Father Patrick exclaimed, "Sweet Mary, Mother
of Jesus! Why didn't ya tell me the dog was Catholic?"