RaspberrySwirl
Well-Known Member
A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying
the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.
He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been
dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.
After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side
of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill,
it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. When he
was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that
looked like Mother of Pearl, and the street that led to the gate
looked like pure gold.
He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw
a man at a desk to one side. When he was close enough, he called out,
"Excuse me, where are we?"
"This is Heaven, sir," the man answered.
"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked.
"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water
brought right up." The man gestured, and the gate began to open.
"Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" the
traveler asked.
"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."
The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and
continued the way he had been going with his dog.
After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he
came to a dirt road which led through a farm gate that looked
as if it had never been closed.
There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside,
leaning against a tree and reading a book.
"Excuse me!" he called to the reader. "Do you have any water?"
"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in."
"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog.
"There should be a bowl by the pump." They went through the gate,
and sure enough, there was an old fashioned hand pump with a bowl
beside it.
The traveler filled the bowl and took a long drink himself, then he
gave some to the dog. When they were full, he and the dog walked
back toward the man who was standing by the tree. "What do you call
this place?" the traveler asked.
"This is Heaven," he answered.
"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said
that was heaven too".
"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates?
Nope. That's Hell."
"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?
"No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would
leave their best friends behind."
the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.
He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been
dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.
After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side
of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill,
it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. When he
was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that
looked like Mother of Pearl, and the street that led to the gate
looked like pure gold.
He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw
a man at a desk to one side. When he was close enough, he called out,
"Excuse me, where are we?"
"This is Heaven, sir," the man answered.
"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked.
"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water
brought right up." The man gestured, and the gate began to open.
"Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" the
traveler asked.
"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."
The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and
continued the way he had been going with his dog.
After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he
came to a dirt road which led through a farm gate that looked
as if it had never been closed.
There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside,
leaning against a tree and reading a book.
"Excuse me!" he called to the reader. "Do you have any water?"
"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in."
"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog.
"There should be a bowl by the pump." They went through the gate,
and sure enough, there was an old fashioned hand pump with a bowl
beside it.
The traveler filled the bowl and took a long drink himself, then he
gave some to the dog. When they were full, he and the dog walked
back toward the man who was standing by the tree. "What do you call
this place?" the traveler asked.
"This is Heaven," he answered.
"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said
that was heaven too".
"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates?
Nope. That's Hell."
"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?
"No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would
leave their best friends behind."
