A farmer named Patrick lived alone in the Irish countryside with his pet dog:
The dog finally died, and Patrick went to the parish priest, saying.
“Father, my dog died. Could you possibly say Mass for the poor creature?”—Father Murphy 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 and no telling what they believe in, but maybe they’ll do something for the animal.”
Patrick said.–“I’ll go right now. By the way, do you think €5,000 is enough to donate to the service?”
Father Murphy exclaimed.
“Sweet Mary, Mother of Jesus! Why didn’t ya tell me the dog was Catholic?”