|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 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
He and the dog walked toward the
gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a beautifully carved desk off to one
side. When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"
"This is Heaven, " the man
The old man was really tired and
very thirsty so he asked for a drink of water. "Of course. Come right in,"
the gatekeeper smiled, "and I'll have some ice water brought right up." The man
gestured, and the gate began to open.
The old dog looked up at his
master's face, tail wagging. "Oh, and may I have a bowl of water for my friend
here," the old man said gesturing toward his dog, "he and I have come a long way
"I'm sorry, sir," was the quick
reply, "but we don't accept pets here. You'll have to leave him outside."
The old man was really tired of
walking and very thirsty but he could not think of leaving his pet behind. Head
down, he turned sorrowfully back toward the road. After awhile he came to a
narrow dirt road, which led him through an old wooden gate, and into a
farmyard. The fence was mostly on the ground and the gate looked like it had
never been closed as grass and wild flowers grew all around it. As he approached
the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.
The traveler and his dog walked
through the gate and approached the man. “Could I trouble you for
a drink of water,” he asked.
“Sure can," replied the man.
"There’s a pump over there in the yard. Come on in and help yourself.”
“How about my friend here?” the
traveler motioned to the dog.
“Sure, he’s welcome too.
There’s a pan by the pump if he’s thirsty,” the reader said.
The tired old man and his aged
dog walked through the gate and sure enough there was an old-fashioned hand pump
fastened to a wooden slab. A long handled
tin dipper hung on a piece of baling wire beside it. On the top of the pump,
was a big, metal pan that would hold all the water his dog might want.
The traveler filled the bowl for
his dog and then took a long drink of the cool water. He had never tasted
anything so good he thought and suddenly all his aches and pains vanished. He
felt like a young man.