A Man and His Dog
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, the
wall 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, & 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. “May 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”. The man
pointed to a place that couldn’t be seen from outside the gate. “Come on
“How about my friend here?” the traveller 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
traveller filled the bowl and took a long drink, then gave some to the
dog. 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,” he answered. “Well, that’s confusing,” the traveller
said. “The man down the road said that was Heaven, too.” “Oh, you mean
the place with the street of gold 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.”