The adventures of Gilly the rescue horse and his side kick and partner in crime, Pokey the donkey.


Being with a horse is a journey that never ends. What they have to teach us is amazing; but we must quiet our mind to hear them. ~ jca


Tuesday, December 2, 2008

The Water Bowl

The Water Bowl

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 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."

My brother sent this story to me and I thought it was wonderful and have kept it on the computer ever since. He was obviously thinking of his best friend, Bob the Beagle. Bob's real name is Champer but I started calling him Bob because of his bobbed off tail, he was born with a short tale and the name stuck. My brother thought it more humorous to call him, Backyard Bob the Bobbed-Tailed Beagle!
Bob now lived at my sisters hill top farm, he is now 11 years old. He didn't like coming to visit my farm, we live down in a hollow and Bob likes to see over the hills;besides my sister has more rabbits for him to chase!


Heart of a Cowgirl said...

I absolutely LOVE that story! Thanks for sharing it. :)

Jacque said...

I remember reading that before...always worth a reminder, though. Thanks for sharing.

Jennifer B. said...

Oh Jane! I love that! Thanks for sharing!!!

Alice ~ Folk Art Primitives said...

Yes ~ good story Jane ~ love it!!
Thank you!!

blackfeatherfarm said...

This is a story from the old original series Twilight Zone, one of my favorites. Or maybe the Twilight Zone was made from this old story ! Who knows which !

jane augenstein said...

Yes, I thought that it was something I had seen years and years ago on the Twilight Zone. Good story; like you though I don't know which came first........but still love the story. I would leave any of my furry friends behind either! :-)

JoJo said...

I love this story also, Jane. I have 9 furry babies awaiting me and another 5 that I love and fuss over in life. I'd never leave any of them behind.

Mary said...

Thanksk for the story and introducing us to Bob. My childhood dog was a Beagle named Daisy. She lived to 17. Until she died, she sure had a set of lungs if you know what I mean.


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