A man named Muldoon lived alone in the Irish countryside with a pet dog he
doted on. The dog finally died, and Muldoon went to the parish priest and asked,
"Father, the dog is dead. Could ya be sayin' a mass for the creature?"
Father Patrick replied, "I'm afraid not. We cannot have services for an animal
in the church, but there's a new denomination down the road, and no telling what they
believe. Maybe they'll do somethin' for the poor little creature."
Muldoon said, "I'll go right away. Do ya think $50,000 is enough to donate for
the service?"
Father Patrick exclaimed, "Glory be to God! Why didn't ya tell me the dog was
Catholic?"
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