A farmer lived alone near a country town with a small dog that he loved and doted on. After many long years of faithful service, the dog finally died so the farmer went to his parish priest and said, “Father, my dear dog has died. Could you possibly offer some prayers at Mass for him on Sunday?”
The priest replied, “I’m so very sorry for your loss but unfortunately I can’t pray for your dog at Mass.”
The farmer said, “I understand Father, really I do. I guess I’ll have to go to the new church down the road. No telling what they believe. Do you think $1000 is enough to donate for the service?”
The priest piped up, “Why didn’t you tell me that your dog was Catholic.”