Even our former pastor, who was usually shadowed by his Samoyed, Skipper, would not have him at Mass. The only exception was the day that there was a thunderstorm during the Saturday evening Mass and that was my doing rather than the pastor’s.
The ‘rectory’ and office area were all part of the church building and the only thing separating that area from the church itself was the sacristy door. With the second clap of thunder I hear Skip clawing at the door and whining.
I knew he was terrified of thunder and I’d seen the damage he was capable of causing if he wanted to get in or out of a room so I got up and let him in to the church. He made a beeline for his master, who didn’t acknowledge him. After reassuring himself that his master was there, Skip curled up on the floor and never moved until the recessional.