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 a few 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 polished marble. At the top of a hill,
there was a huge arch that glowed in the sunlight. When he was standing
before the arch, he saw the magnificent pearly gate. The street that led
to the gate looked to be made of solid gold. Everything inside the gate
was shinny and clean.
He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a
man at a large stainless steel desk. 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 in. I'll have some water sent up." 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 allow pets."
The man thought a moment. Then he turned back to the road and continued
the way he had been going with his dog.
After another long walk, and at the top of another hill, he came to a
sunken country lane which led through a rusty old farm gate that looked
as if it had never been closed. There was no fence. There were huge old
oak trees, and fields of green grass, and meadows with wild flowers
growing, and streams with trout jumping, and the smell of the outdoors.
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
"Yeah, sure, there's a well 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 hand pump with a bowl beside it.
The traveler took a long drink and filled the bowl for the dog. After
they drank, the man and his dog walked back toward the man who was
standing by the tree. "What do you call this place?" The
"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 pearly gate and the gold street?
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 take in the folks who would leave
their best friend behind."