This is a true story, if you believe my Irish father. I do.

My Irish father walked into a pub one day, as is typical. After conversing with the bartender while having a whisky and a beer he said to the bartender, “My dog won’t eat meat on Friday’s. He’s a good Catholic dog.”

The bartender, taken aback, snickered, “Sean Og^*, that sounds like a big fib.”

My father says, “Oh sure, he won’t eat meat on Fridays. He is a member of a Catholic family and a smart dog.”

The bartender thinking my father is crazy challenges him, “OK, I’ll bet you a 10 bob that he’ll eat meat next Friday.”

“That’s a bet”, said my father with a firm handshake.

The next Friday my father brought his dog into the pub…