A farmer lived alone outside of Dublin except for a pet dog he loved very much. The dog's name is Pug. One day, Pug died. The farmer was so distraught, knowing he would be missing Pug. He has been a good dog to him, loyal and the only friend he had for years. So, he seek advise from the parish priest, inquire about a proper burial for Pug. The farmer told the priest about Pug, saying: "Father Murri, my dog has died. Could you possibly schedule a funeral for the poor animal that I love so much?"
The priest told the farmer: "No, we can't have services for the dog in the church but I tell you what, there's a new denomination about a mile up the road and there is no telling what they believe and maybe they'll do something for your dog".
The priest told the farmer: "No, we can't have services for the dog in the church but I tell you what, there's a new denomination about a mile up the road and there is no telling what they believe and maybe they'll do something for your dog".
The farmer said: "I'll go right now. By the way, do you think $10,000 is enough to donate for the service?"
he priest replied: "Why didn't you tell me your dog was Catholic?"