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, me dog is dead . . . Could ye 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 are some Baptists down the lane, and there’s no tellin’ what they believe! Maybe they’ll do somethin’ ta help ye out.”
Muldoon said, “Thank ye, Father! . . I’ll go right away! . . . Might ye be thinkin’ that 5,000 pounds would be enough to donate to them for their service?”
Father Patrick exclaimed, "Sweet Mary, Mother of Jaysus! . . . . Why didn’t ye TELL me the dog was Catholic?”
