It was a fine spring day in his new parish. He walked to the window of his bedroom to get a deep breath of the beautiful day outside. He then noticed there was . . . a donkey lying dead in the middle of his front lawn. He promptly called the local police station.
The conversation went like this:
"Good morning. This is Sergeant Jones. How might I help you?" "And the best of the day to yerself . This is Father O'Malley at St. Ann's Catholic Church. There's a donkey lying dead in me front lawn and would ye be so kind as to send a couple o'yer lads to take care of the matter?"
Sergeant Jones, considering himself to be quite a wit and recognizing the Irish accent, thought he would have a little fun with the good father, replied, "Well now Father, it was always my impression that you people took care of the last rites!"
There was dead silence on the line for a moment . . . . . . .
Father O'Malley then replied:
"Aye,' tis certainly true; but we are also obliged to notify the next of kin first, which is the reason for my call.
Conrad73: Father O'Malley rose from his bed one morning.
It was a fine spring day in his new parish. He walked to the window of his bedroom to get a deep breath of the beautiful day outside. He then noticed there was . . . a donkey lying dead in the middle of his front lawn. He promptly called the local police station.
The conversation went like this:
"Good morning. This is Sergeant Jones. How might I help you?" "And the best of the day to yerself . This is Father O'Malley at St. Ann's Catholic Church. There's a donkey lying dead in me front lawn and would ye be so kind as to send a couple o'yer lads to take care of the matter?"
Sergeant Jones, considering himself to be quite a wit and recognizing the Irish accent, thought he would have a little fun with the good father, replied, "Well now Father, it was always my impression that you people took care of the last rites!"
There was dead silence on the line for a moment . . . . . . .
Father O'Malley then replied:
"Aye,' tis certainly true; but we are also obliged to notify the next of kin first, which is the reason for my call.
My ex had a husky when I met her, a female... my male shepherd mix tolerated her well, but my dog didn't like other males... ... ... I bought her a husky pup after her first one got old...
Inthewoods: My ex had a husky when I met her, a female... my male shepherd mix tolerated her well, but my dog didn't like other males... ... ... I bought her a husky pup after her first one got old...
I bought my wife an expensive cat once, my mother too. Himalayan. The cats name was ali. Ali was the runt of the liter but she was a Beautiful cat. It wasn't to long having her and we discovered that for some reason the cat became attached and bonded with me.
galrads: I bought my wife an expensive cat once, my mother too. Himalayan. The cats name was ali. Ali was the runt of the liter but she was a Beautiful cat. It wasn't to long having her and we discovered that for some reason the cat became attached and bonded with me.
Nothing wrong with the runt at all, just a little smaller sometimes, animals decide who they like, and want to bond with, isn't that funny?...
I'm out of here, it's my bedtime... ... ... You know what they say ... (Tomorrow is another day) ...
Goodnight CS ... you all behave yourself while I'm sleeping...
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It was a fine spring day in his new parish.
He walked to the window of his bedroom to get a deep breath of the beautiful day outside. He then noticed there was . . . a donkey lying dead in the middle of his front lawn. He promptly called the local police station.
The conversation went like this:
"Good morning. This is Sergeant Jones. How might I help you?"
"And the best of the day to yerself . This is Father O'Malley at St. Ann's Catholic Church. There's a donkey lying dead in me front lawn and would ye be so kind as to send a couple o'yer lads to take care of the matter?"
Sergeant Jones, considering himself to be quite a wit and recognizing the Irish accent, thought he would have a little fun with the good father, replied, "Well now Father, it was always my impression that you people took care of the last rites!"
There was dead silence on the line for a moment . . . . . . .
Father O'Malley then replied:
"Aye,' tis certainly true; but we are also obliged to notify the next of kin first, which is the reason for my call.