Joke 617

30 Nov

From dogbreedinfo.  

English: One man and his dog

One man and his dog (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A man and his dog were walking along a road.  The man was enjoying the walk, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.  He remembered dying, and that the dog 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.  “I’m sorry, sir, but we don’t accept pets.  You’ll have to leave the dog behind.”

The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going.

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.”  The man pointed to a place that couldn’t be seen from outside the gate. “Come on in.”

“How about my friend here?” The traveller gestured to the dog.

“There should be a bowl by the pump.”

Man and dog went through the gate and, sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it. The traveller filled the bowl for the dog and took a long drink himself.  When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree, waiting for them.

“What do you call this place?” the traveller asked.

“This is Heaven.”

“Well, that’s confusing,” the traveller 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. I can see how you might think so, but we’re just happy that they screen out the folks who’ll leave their best friends behind.”

 

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27 Responses to “Joke 617”

  1. adinparadise November 30, 2012 at 04:04 #

    Aaaaw! Such a cute story. 🙂

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  2. terry1954 November 30, 2012 at 04:10 #

    that was awesome!!! loved it!

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  3. judithatwood November 30, 2012 at 04:15 #

    That is a very sweet story. It’s a thinker — took me a minute. 😎

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  4. lenwilliamscarver November 30, 2012 at 04:19 #

    Reblogged this on God's Glory.

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  5. slpmartin November 30, 2012 at 05:08 #

    That is the dearest thing I’ve read in a long time…and that’s no joke!

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  6. Indira November 30, 2012 at 06:17 #

    Lovely story.

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  7. benzeknees November 30, 2012 at 08:07 #

    This is my favorite of all time!!

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  8. bevchen November 30, 2012 at 09:54 #

    Awww, this isn’t a joke. It’s lovely!

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  9. Musings November 30, 2012 at 18:22 #

    This is such a sweet story. Sigh… makes me want to go out and buy a dog.

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    • Tilly Bud - The Laughing Housewife December 1, 2012 at 09:06 #

      Just think: walks every day, no matter how bad the weather; poop bags in every pocket; woken up at the crack of midnight because the puppy needs to pee.

      And total, adoring, unconditional love 😀

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  10. Grannymar November 30, 2012 at 18:30 #

    I must send this to some dog lovers.

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  11. colonialist November 30, 2012 at 22:52 #

    Doggone right!

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  12. brain injury self rehabilitation (BISR) December 1, 2012 at 04:01 #

    This is perfect for my soul. I’d never leave my dog behind. Where he goes, I go! Great story!

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  13. brain injury self rehabilitation (BISR) December 1, 2012 at 04:04 #

    Reblogged this on braininjuryselfrehabilitation and commented:
    Are you a dog lover? Animal lover? What do you think this means? Would you be on the dirt road or the gold road and pearly gates? Let me know your interpretation.

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  14. cherylz1961 December 1, 2012 at 18:34 #

    Great Story! I would like to reblog this to my site
    http://weepingintodancing.wordpress.com/

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  15. cherylz1961 December 1, 2012 at 18:37 #

    Reblogged this on weepingintodancing and commented:
    Dear Reader,
    I wanted to reblog this post simply because there is a simple truth to it. I am trying to lighten things up today since many of my posts have been pretty serious as of late. This is a lovely story. We need to practice discernment on this planet and according to this author, in the next world. Hopefully, none of us will leave our best friends behind.

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  16. Genevieve Petrillo December 2, 2012 at 15:25 #

    I love this story!

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  17. Janie Jones December 2, 2012 at 23:59 #

    Awwww! That is so sweet!!!!

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  18. Barbara December 5, 2012 at 01:32 #

    How do you create your fab Christmassy background? Very cool 🙂

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