Transubstantiation
Ok, these stories are for you Catholic types...My brother, Fr Bill, was in town Wed & Thurs night, so we had Mass at our place the last two days. (For those who are non-Catholics, now that he is ordained a priest, he is required to say Mass every day.) Yesterday Chris had the dogs with him, but this morning we got back from our walk, and the dogs were with me. Ginger was all the heck over the place. I told Bill that no matter how poorly received a sermon of his is in the future, he will never have to worry about a member of the congregation actually licking their bums during the sermon the way Ginger did this AM. Sigh. My problem child. Fred was being a good boy, and just lay next to me for the whole Mass until.... When we got to the transubstantiation, Bill held up the chalice, and Fred got up, walked up to Bill and stared up at him. Apparently he knew someone else was in the room as well. Even after Bill set the chalice down, Fred sat down and stared at Bill for the rest of Mass cocking his head this way and that.
Bill was telling me the story that when the Pope went to St Louis a while back, they had brought in the dogs to sweep the new cathedral. The dog that was trained to find people kept stopping at the tabernacle. Maybe they know something we don't.
Labels: Dogs
posted by MyHusbandRules @ 7:16 AM
2 Comments:
The T-shirt comment made, literally, LOL.
Thanks.
I was wondering if Bill could come over and say a Mass with my cats.
angel would listen, and Tex would sit in his lap. Sammy would hide.
=)
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