Where do pets come from?

[Emm]

Best Friends
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 traveller
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 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 traveller 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 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 waiting for them. "What do you
call this place?" the traveler asked. "This is Heaven," was the answer.
"Well, that's confusing," the traveller 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. I can
see how you might think so, but we're just happy that they screen out the
folks who'll leave their best friends behind."

[Rowan]

Sound good to me Emm