Irish mammy thought dog ate the Christmas ham

What happens when an Irish mammy goes to midnight mass and her three wicked daughters make her think the dog's eaten the Christmas ham, when she returns?

It all ends in smiles of course. This is Ireland at Christmas.

Warning for those not familiar with (some) Irish moms with their temper up; the air turns blue on the video at the link, so if you can't cope with swear words shouted real loud, best not to watch. I wouldn't have missed it for the world myself, seeing her storm to the kitchen in that red dress and put her apron on, ready to cook a replacement, with the three minxes giggling behind. There's even a glimpse of Bobby the dog at the end - you can understand why mammy was fooled into thinking he'd got the ham off the table; he's certainly big enough!

http://www.irishmirror.ie/news/irish-news/warning-explicit-language-watch-irish-4876726#rlabs=1

Effing and blinding! I always enjoy the long wind up just before the curse... ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....

Bobby swears by the great Cúchulainn that it definitely were not he.

A famous dog named Bobby. (Wiki)
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ETA
Another dog reference, category: Anglo-Irish literature:

...out beneath the stars--
Along the road, a high, bare pilgrim's track
Where Sweeney fled before the bloodied heads,
Goat-beards and dogs' eyes in a demon pack
Blazing out of the ground [....]

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Seamus Heaney, "The Strand at Lough Beg"