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. Can he be buried by the Church?” 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 something for the creature.” Muldoon said, “I’ll go right away Father. Do ya’ think $5,000 is enough to donate for the service?” Father Patrick exclaimed, “Sweet Mary, Mother of Jesus! Why didn’t ya tell me the dog was Catholic?” see also   Dog,  Religious  &  Tombstone  Sections The Eye Of A Needle Redneck Rolling Bottle Sprinkler Snowy Barn Owl His First Hot Rod Arch Support Stealth Flying Saucer Justin Beiber Clothing Redneck Mousetrap Diet Swing Stairway Dog Dead Sea Fish Swimming in the Dead Sea Bike Hanger It's A Boy! Tombs Of The Prophets BoreRing Person Birth Control Kit

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