READ IT TO THE END, PLEASE.
>
> 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, could you tell me
> where
> we are?'
>
>
>
> '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.'
>
>
>
>
>
> 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, then
> he
> gave some to the dog.
>
>
>
>
>
> When they were satisfied, 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.'
>
>
>
>
>
> Soooo...
>
>
>
> Sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding jokes to us without
> writing
> a word.
>
>
>
> Maybe this will explain.
>
>
>
>
>
> When you are very busy, but still want to keep in touch, guess what you
> do?
> You forward jokes.
>
>
>
> 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 jokes.
>
>
>
>
>
> Also to let you know that you are still remembered, you are still
> important,
> you are still cared for, guess what you get?
>
>
>
> A forwarded joke.
>
>
>
>
>
> So, next time if you get a joke, 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 all welcome at my water bowl any time!
>
>
>
> 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, could you tell me
> where
> we are?'
>
>
>
> '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.'
>
>
>
>
>
> 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, then
> he
> gave some to the dog.
>
>
>
>
>
> When they were satisfied, 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.'
>
>
>
>
>
> Soooo...
>
>
>
> Sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding jokes to us without
> writing
> a word.
>
>
>
> Maybe this will explain.
>
>
>
>
>
> When you are very busy, but still want to keep in touch, guess what you
> do?
> You forward jokes.
>
>
>
> 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 jokes.
>
>
>
>
>
> Also to let you know that you are still remembered, you are still
> important,
> you are still cared for, guess what you get?
>
>
>
> A forwarded joke.
>
>
>
>
>
> So, next time if you get a joke, 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 all welcome at my water bowl any time!
>
>
