Louise's friends are in the habit of calling her by the nickname Mary. I'm sure you have all heard of Mary and her little lamb? Everywhere Mary went her lamb was sure to go, well every Louise goes her puppy is sure to go too!
He has a fluffy, soft, crisp white coat, sparkly brown eyes and a nose as black as coal. His coat is so white they decided to call him Púca because he is like a little ghost, but not a scary one of course!
Let me tell you the story from the beginning. One Sunday, Louise's mom, dad and sisters went to Sunday mass. They rushed to mass because they were running late. Louise's dad was last out and he left the gate ajar because he had to go somewhere important straight after mass.
Little did they know that Púca sneaked out the back door when mom was putting out the laundry on the clothes line in the backgarden. He pranced around the backgarden waiting for the great escape.
Meanwhile Louise and her family were settling into their seats for a long ceremony, afterall it was Palm Sunday! The priest started reading the gospel when all of a sudden the congregation at the rear end of the church started giggling. Louise and her family were wondering what was the commotion all about. One by one everyone started turning their heads, pointing and whispering.
"What was going on?" said Louise's mom.
Louise said to herself "OH MY GOD!"
"Were my eyes deceiving me?" she wondered.
There he was perched on the alter, it was Púca! Her family were so embarrassed. If the ground could have swallowed them up at that very moment, they would have welcomed it. The more the people laughed the more animated he got.
Louise's sister Roz said "You go get him Lou"
Then her dad said "well Louise he is your dog and your responsibility you have to go get him".
She said "please don't make me go up there i'll mortify myself."
Off Louise went to do the walk of shame, but the minute púca saw her he started tiptoeing away. Louise slowly walked towards him. Suddenly Púca ran for his life and started biting Fr. Bobs trousers!
I shouted "Púca stop".
Púca jumped out of his skin and climbed onto the microphone stand
And barked "WOOF ROFF WUFF RUFF"
He said it as if he was saying a prayer or a reading, and the people were crying tears of laughter. He was so funny!
He was standing up tall when he stumbled upon the stand but got back up again. Just then he sniffed something funny- it was the holy bread! He slowly walked towards the holy bread and started chewing it. The priests face dropped. You could see by his expression he was suffering from shock! When púca started choking he saw the water and the wine and made a beeline for it. He was so thirsty. While he was distracted I grabbed him, much to Fr. Bob's relief!
Fr. Bob mimed to me "Thank you".
With that there was a round of applause from the congregation. The priest walked up to the microphone and said "I would like to welcome Púca, one of gods little creatures to his first mass and congratulate him on his first reading! And half joking, half earnest "We hope to see him again in the future!"
The moral of the story is God welcomes any of His creatures to his home no matter how boisterous they are!
