Sebastian (my dog) had a play date the other day with Atticus and Monsignor, the dogs of two other pastors. (Talk about three pretentious names for a pack of dogs.) We all got together along with a couple of seminarians for an afternoon.
I needed to lock up the church and so invited the seminarians who had not been in the church before to join me for a little tour. As we were about to enter the secret tunnel from the rectory to the church (which is neither a secret nor a tunnel) the dogs sat at the door with pathetic looks on their faces.
Sebastian often goes with me to lock up the church. At least one time he has caught someone hanging out in a hidey hole and assisted me in escorting the person out of the building before the locks were engaged. One of the many perks of having a rectory dog. Atticus too has joined us on the final locking up rounds. But Monsignor, being just a wee pup has never had the opportunity. All the same, all three were invited to walk with us on our rounds of the doors of the church.
When we were at the rear of the church, the whole pack was escorted up into the choir loft so I could show them the new organ.
I fired her up and told them that I was going to play a little on it for their entertainment and edification. But first I wanted to demonstrate what the mighty organ could do and nothing is more powerful and shocking as the Festival Trumpets!
Yep. We scared the p**p out of the dog.
And they all got to go back to the party and I stayed in the choir loft to undo the redecorating job performed by Monsignor. So perhaps there are really good reasons for not letting animals in the church and let that be a lesson to you young priests out there.