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. A man was standing within the arch.
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."
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 loved, 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 @ my water bowl anytime.
2weis said
03:42 PM Jul 6, 2015
like it
brian
Nomes said
04:09 PM Jul 6, 2015
Me too!
JRH said
04:25 PM Jul 6, 2015
A beautiful thought MATE. Thank you very much Vic.
Netco said
04:56 PM Jul 6, 2015
Good one.
aussietraveller said
05:36 PM Jul 6, 2015
Thanks for sharing Weevil I like it
Felicia said
06:26 PM Jul 6, 2015
Love it. Also a reminder to me to contact a friend who sends me jokes, never emails.
Lynda
Woody n Sue said
11:04 PM Jul 6, 2015
Isn't there a seperate forum for jokes ???
Big Gorilla said
07:46 AM Jul 7, 2015
Just Joking or I Digress...
Weevil said
08:24 AM Jul 7, 2015
Woody n Sue wrote:
Isn't there a seperate forum for jokes ???
This is more about a philosophy than a joke, in the right place IMHO ! Don't like it don't read it.
2weis said
09:03 AM Jul 7, 2015
Weevil wrote:
Woody n Sue wrote:
Isn't there a seperate forum for jokes ???
This is more about a philosophy than a joke, in the right place IMHO ! Don't like it don't read it.
i agree this is not a joke and its in the correct place
Thanks to all of you who support the thread, it is appreciated.
Nice shot Jules, very tranquil spot
JRH said
03:28 PM Jul 7, 2015
Weevil wrote:
Thanks to all of you who support the thread, it is appreciated.
Nice shot Jules, very tranquil spot
It is in the right place MATE it is as you say more a philosophy than a joke, and it is to the point also, far too many people leave their dogs behind and think only of themselves.
PS:- EDited for a typo.
-- Edited by JRH on Tuesday 7th of July 2015 03:50:14 PM
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. A man was standing within the arch.
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."
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 loved, 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 @ my water bowl anytime.
brian
A beautiful thought MATE. Thank you very much Vic.
Lynda
Just Joking or I Digress...
This is more about a philosophy than a joke, in the right place IMHO ! Don't like it don't read it.
i agree this is not a joke and its in the correct place
brian
Thanks to all of you who support the thread, it is appreciated.
Nice shot Jules, very tranquil spot
It is in the right place MATE it is as you say more a philosophy than a joke, and it is to the point also, far too many people leave their dogs behind and think only of themselves.
PS:- EDited for a typo.
-- Edited by JRH on Tuesday 7th of July 2015 03:50:14 PM
Couldn't agree more John.