Schlomo in Brooklyn lived in a large mansion with the faithful dog that he loved for 14 years. The dog was his best friend and only companion. One day, the dog died, and a heartbroken Schlomo went to his Rabbi and there inquired, "Rebbe, my dog is dead. Could you please offer a prayer for this faithful creature?"
The Rabbi replied, "No, we cannot hold services for an animal in our synagogue. But a few blocks over, there is a new temple that opened, reformed folk I think, and no telling what they believe, maybe they can hold services for your dog."
Rising, Scholmo sighed and said, "Yes. So I'll go see them now. Do you think $10,000 is enough to donate for the service?"
The Rabbi replied, "So Schlomo, come sit down already. And why didn't you tell me your dear dog was Orthodox?"
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