A farmer named Muldoon lived alone in the Irish country-
side except for a pet dog he doted on. The dog finally
died and Muldoon went to the parish priest, saying,
"Father, the dog is dead. Could you possibly be saying
a mass for the poor creature?"
Father Patrick told the farmer "No, we can't have services
for an animal in the church, but I'll tell you what,
there's a new denomination down the road apiece, and no
telling what they believe in, but maybe they'll do some-
thing for the animal."
Muldoon said, "I'll go right now. By the way, do you
think $50,000 is enough to donate for the service?"
Father Patrick replied, "Why didn't you tell me the dog
was Catholic."
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