Paddy
30th July 2002, 03:25 PM
A retired trainer named Muldoon lived alone in the countryside with his favourite ex racehorse, a champion steeplechaser, which he loved and doted on. After many long years of companionship, the horse finally died so Muldoon went to the parish priest:
"Father, my dear old horse is dead. Could you be saying a mass for the creature?"
Father Patrick replied, "I am so very sorry to hear about your horse’s death. But, unfortunately we cannot have services for an animal in the church. However, there’s a new denomination down the road, no telling what they believe, but maybe they’ll do something for the animal."
Muldoon said, "I’ll go right now. Do you think $500 is enough to donate for the service?"
Father Patrick: "Why didn’t you tell me the horse was Catholic?!"
"Father, my dear old horse is dead. Could you be saying a mass for the creature?"
Father Patrick replied, "I am so very sorry to hear about your horse’s death. But, unfortunately we cannot have services for an animal in the church. However, there’s a new denomination down the road, no telling what they believe, but maybe they’ll do something for the animal."
Muldoon said, "I’ll go right now. Do you think $500 is enough to donate for the service?"
Father Patrick: "Why didn’t you tell me the horse was Catholic?!"