From my Facebook page this morning.
Old Muldoon lived alone in the Irish countryside with only his faithful pet dog Benji for company.
Sadly one day his beloved dog died, and Muldoon went to the parish priest to tell him and said,
"Faither, my beloved dog and best Benji just passed away."
"Could ya' be saying' a Mass for the poor creature Faither?"
Sadly - shaking his head - Father Patrick put his hand on Muldoon's shoulder and replied,
"I'm afraid not my friend."
"Sadly the Vatican rules do not allow us, we cannot have church services for an animal."
"But there are some Baptists down the lane, and there's no tellin' what they believe."
"Maybe they'll be able to do something for the poor creature."
Muldoon stood up - thanked the priest, shook hands and said,
"That's a shame Faither to be sure..."
"But thanks fur the suggestion about them Baptists"
"I'll go an check wi them right away Faither."
"Do ya think £5,000 wid be enough tae gi tae them fur the service or should I offer some mair?"
Father Patrick exclaimed,
"Bejaysus, Sweet Mary Mother of Jesus Muldoon!"
"Why the hell didn't ya tell me the dog was a Catholic?"
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