Best friend ?

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  1. Terry

    Terry Antiquities Friend Staff Alumni

    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 leading 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 man. '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 water 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.' :tongue:
     
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