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."
>

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ooohhhh.... that's sweet!

Heard it before, still like it a lot.

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I liked it too.I like that heaven might not be as we think it is, but how we wish it to be.

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That is cute