Tell me about it... I took my sister's dog to my brother-in-law's dad's funeral. The poor mutt does not speak English, has not seen a priest before, has never

Tell me about it... I took my sister's dog to my brother-in-law's dad's funeral. The poor mutt does not speak English, has not seen a priest before, has never been to a funeral before, yet the dog was behaving most unusually, not at all able to hold it together, shaking. This was a small family gathering - it was not as if the dog was scared of some huge crowd - plus it was delightfully sunny without the slightest breeze. There were no other reasons I could see for what was going on inside the walnut-sized brain of this dog other than the events going on around her. Most strange.