St. James-the-Least

Happily, the Church of England still retains some singular parish clergy. Take the parish of St James-the-Least in the county of C- for example. Here the elderly Anglo-Catholic vicar, Eustace, continues his correspondence to Darren, his nephew, a low-church curate recently ordained...

Letter from St James the Least of All –

On what sort of dog a clergyman should own

The Rectory

St. James the Least of All

My dear Nephew Darren

I am absolutely delighted to hear that you are thinking of getting a dog. It must be something substantial, and not one prone to making amorous advances towards parishioners’ dogs or parishioners’ legs. A mongrel may be all very well for you as a curate, but think to the future when you are an incumbent, and get a pedigree. It sets a better tone at the Rectory. It should also be a breed that sheds hair copiously, which should deter your more fastidious parishioners from bothering you at home. If it also slavers that is a bonus. I would recommend you do not get a sheepdog. They become neurotic trying to round everyone up as they roam round your lawn at the annual Summer Fete.

It can be quite useful giving your dog a name that - naturally, by coincidence - is remarkably similar to that of an awkward parishioner. Being able to bawl out commands to “come”, “sit”, and “stop that”, along with the pet’s name, can be cathartic to you, salutary to the parishioner concerned and instructive to the rest of your congregation.

Dogs keep every confidence you tell them, are infinitely sympathetic when you moan about the flower arrangers and make an excellent audience when you rehearse your Sunday sermon on them. Just like parishioners, my Labrador instantly curls up and falls asleep once I start to preach to her. The look of well-meaning incomprehension on her face is another similarity.

When gentlemen of the road call, before you open the door, make a series of very audible commands that imply you are restraining a ravenous beast. That your ravenous beast is on its back, feet in the air and tail wagging, is irrelevant. It will make your caller hesitate to ring the bell another time.

Dogs also provide an excellent excuse for terminating endless meetings, overlong phone calls, parish socials and visits to the bishop. Even the hardest of hearts cannot stop you from dashing home to give your pet a toilet break, much, of course, as you would like to continue enjoying yourself with whoever it is you are obliged to flee from.

But do not take them to your church council meetings; when difficult decisions have to be made, you can never rely on them voting the way you want.

Your loving uncle,

Eustace

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