You are welcome at my water bowl anytime!!


Author Unknown (Source: via email)


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 for 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 his 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 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… Now you see, sometimes we wonder 
why friends keep forwarding stuff to us without 
writing a word. 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 in contact, you forward jokes.
When you have something to say, but, don’t 

how – you forward stuff.
A ‘forward’ lets you know that 
you are still remembered, 
you are still important, 
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!!

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