Mourning His Mutt
For many years, 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 said,
“Father, my dog is dead. Could ya’ be sayin’ 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 is a new denomination 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 for the service?”
Father Patrick exclaimed, “Sweet Mary, Mother of Jesus! Why didn’t ya’ tell me the dog was a Catholic?”
