Posted on 07/05/2021 8:43:22 AM PDT by sodpoodle
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 traveller 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 traveller gestured to the dog
"There should be a bowl by the pump," said the man.
They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.
The traveller filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, and 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 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 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."
Maybe this will explain it.
When you are very busy, but still want to keep in touch, guess what you do? You forward emails!
When you have nothing to say, but still want to keep contact, you forward jokes!
When you have something to say, but don't know what, and don't know how . . . . You forward stuff!
A 'forward' lets you know that
You are still remembered,
You are still important,
You are still loved,
You are still cared for.
So, next time if you get a 'forward', don't think that you've been sent just another forwarded joke, but that you've been thought of today and your friend on the other end of your computer wanted to send you a smile.
You are welcome at my water bowl anytime!
So here's to keeping in touch.
Even if it means only forwarding on an email!
Twilight Zone...The Hunt.
St. Peter hasn’t kept up. The dog isn’t your “best friend” anymore: it’s your “fur baby.”
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I’ll need a lot of bowls when I get there.
Three Great Danes, English mastiff, five strays that just showed up and now two poodle pups.
“...The Hunt.”
One of the best episodes.
He shoulda listened to his ‘old woman’ that night.
“Twilight Zone...The Hunt.“
I miss Arthur Hunnicutt.
Good day, sodpoodle-!
I send out pings on my phone Monday-Friday to those on my list and often 80% of that list on Saturday and Sunday. Even on days that I miss someone they know that they are in my thoughts.
I went into/am (?) in a depression of a sorts where I have not written/typed letters, so it’s still a way of communication.
Each person knows as I do the ping a thought and prayer is being sent/done for them and their family.
Communication is so very important.
LOL And treats!
Don’t forget the doggie treats!
+1
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Let’s just say there better be a LOT of bowls for every one I’ve fed and cried when their time here ended.
Good Lord! Do you have any time to yourself? We have one, looks like a Walker Tree Hound, and she is practically a full time job, what with walking, feeding, and patting. She’s a great dog although rotten spoiled.
My hat’s off to you.
VMI70 wrote: “Good Lord! Do you have any time to yourself?”
Only the two poodle pups are still with us and they are indeed a handful. Still, I’d give up my spare time to have my old best friends back again.
Three Great Danes, English mastiff, five strays that just showed up and now two poodle pups.
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Hope you live on a farm and not in an efficiency apartment!
They don’t make them like that anymore - The Twilight Zone or Arthur Hunnicut..
Exactly, sir.
Im’ actually a little concerned about meeting my loved pets of the past. Rainbow bridge is going to be a stampede!!!
Hoping that if it were me, I would not forget my own little best buddy, a little JRT.
Hoping that if it were me, I would not forget my own little best buddy, a little JRT.
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