dmccormack
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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,
my 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?
One day the dog died, and Muldoon went to the parish priest and asked, 'Father,
my 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?
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