Laura luvs Boxers
Boxer Buddy
A man and his boxer 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 his boxer 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 at the arch that looked like
mother of pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure
gold. He and his boxer 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 boxer , "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 on
the way he had been going. After another long walk, and at the top of another
long hill, he came to a dirt road which led 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 reader. "Do you have any water?"
"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there." The man pointed to a place that
couldn't be seen from outside the gate. "Come on in."
"How about my friend, here?" the traveler gestured to his boxer .
"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 bowl, 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
a tree, waiting for them.
"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked. "This is Heaven," was the
answer. "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."
"It wouldn't really be heaven if you couldn't take your best friend with you."
enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.
He remembered dying, and that his boxer 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 at the arch that looked like
mother of pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure
gold. He and his boxer 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 boxer , "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 on
the way he had been going. After another long walk, and at the top of another
long hill, he came to a dirt road which led 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 reader. "Do you have any water?"
"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there." The man pointed to a place that
couldn't be seen from outside the gate. "Come on in."
"How about my friend, here?" the traveler gestured to his boxer .
"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 bowl, 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
a tree, waiting for them.
"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked. "This is Heaven," was the
answer. "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."
"It wouldn't really be heaven if you couldn't take your best friend with you."
