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Heaven (Or A Reasonable Facsimile) August 30, 2010

Posted by nrhatch in Humor, Joke, People.

A man and his dog were walking along a road.  

The man was enjoying the scenery, when suddenly it 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 of fine marble along one side of the road.  The wall contained an archway with a magnificent gate inlaid with pearls.  The street on the far side of the gate was paved with pure gold.

The traveler and the dog walked toward the gate.  As he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side, and called out, “Excuse me, where are we?”

“This is Heaven, sir.” 

“Wow!” exclaimed the traveler.  “Would you happen to have some water?” 

“Sure,” the man said as he gestured to open the gate, “Come in, and I’ll have some ice water brought right up.”

“Can my friend,” gesturing toward his dog, “come in, too?” asked the traveler.

“I’m sorry, sir, but we don’t accept pets.”

The traveler nodded, thanked the man, and turned away from the pearly gates to continue walking with his dog.

Eventually, 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.”

Sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.  The traveler filled the water bowl for the dog, then cupped his hands to take a drink himself.

Thirsts quenched, they walked back toward the man standing by the tree.

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

“This is Heaven.” 

“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.”

“Really?  Doesn’t it make you mad that they use your name like that?”

“Nope.  It’s OK by us.  Saves us time.”

“How so?”

“They screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind.”

Related post:  Thirst (Naomi’s Notes)

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Source:  e-mail from an unkown author, polished up a bit.


1. Loreen Lee - August 30, 2010

Good comment on distinction between ‘wealth’ and ‘goodness’!

nrhatch - August 30, 2010

And on the difficulty of judging books by their covers.

2. cindy - August 30, 2010

I’ve received this before, a really lovely one.

nrhatch - August 30, 2010

Just cleaned it up, and made a few minor alterations (mostly nips and tucks). ; )

3. Naomi - August 30, 2010

Ah, this is BEAUTIFUL, thanks Nance (also for the reference)!! Could never bear to go where they can’t 🙂

nrhatch - August 30, 2010

When first I pondered Heaven … I wanted to know whether I would be reunited with my pets.

Several arrogants adults said, “No. Animals don’t have souls.”

Hmm…without animals, how could it be heaven?

Now I view Heaven (Life Hereafter) not as a place to congregate but a state of being to celebrate. Animals allowed. : )

4. Arvik - January 6, 2011

Love it!

I’ve always believed that Heaven allows animals. I figure that anything that is capable of love has a soul… and when you look into their shining eyes, it’s clear that not only are animals capable of love, they love unconditionally.

nrhatch - January 6, 2011

Thought you would enjoy this!

And I agree with you ~ animals love us and one another with steadfast devotion. Less ego, more spirit. 🙂

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