Paddy lived alone in the Irish countryside with only a pet dog for
company. One day the dog died, and Paddy went to the parish priest and asked:
"Father, my dog is dead. Could ya' be saying' a Mass for the
poor creature?"
Father Jimmy 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 something for the creature."
Paddy said: "I'll go right away Father - do ya think €5,000 is enough to donate to them for the service?"
Father Jimmy exclaimed: "Sweet Mary, Mother of Jesus! Why didn't ya tell me the fecking dog was a Catholic?" :lol:
company. One day the dog died, and Paddy went to the parish priest and asked:
"Father, my dog is dead. Could ya' be saying' a Mass for the
poor creature?"
Father Jimmy 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 something for the creature."
Paddy said: "I'll go right away Father - do ya think €5,000 is enough to donate to them for the service?"
Father Jimmy exclaimed: "Sweet Mary, Mother of Jesus! Why didn't ya tell me the fecking dog was a Catholic?" :lol:
