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 Catholic?"
My welcome home from Doug. Thank you, Doug.
Welcome home, Mimi. Glad you had a great vacation!
ReplyDeleteIt's an oldie but a goody. I won't be telling it to Smokey, though.
ReplyDeleteDoug, thanks. We did pass a good time.
ReplyDeleteNo, Ruth, don't frightened Smokey with this one.