On Keeping in Touch

Another gem from my lady sage:

Subject: Dogs and Heaven

> This explains why I forward jokes. 

>> 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.
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> He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.
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> 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.
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> 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 h e 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?’
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> ‘This is Heaven, sir,’ the man answered.. ‘Wow! Would you happen to have some water?’ the man asked.
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> 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.
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> ‘Can my friend,’ gesturing toward his dog, ‘come in, too?’ the traveler asked.
> ‘I’m sorry, sir, but we don’t accept pets.’
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> 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
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> As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.
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> ‘Excuse me!’ he called to the man. ‘Do you have any water?’
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> ‘Yeah, sure, there’s a pump over there, come on in.’
> ‘How about my friend here?’ the traveler gestured to the dog.
> The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog.
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> When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree.
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> ‘What do you call this place?’ the traveler asked.
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> ‘This is Heaven,’ he answered.
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> ‘Well, that’s confusing,’ the traveler said. ‘The man down the road said that was Heaven, too.’
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> ‘Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That’s hell.’
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> ‘Doesn’t it make you mad for them to use your name like that?’
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> ‘No, we’re just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind.’
> Soooo…
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> Sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding jokes to us without writing a word…
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> Maybe this will explain.
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> When you are very busy, but still want to keep in touch, guess what you do? You forward jokes.
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> 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.
> 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!
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About emanita01

I am a Franco-american woman who hails from Massachusetts. I live in France near the Swiss border, only minutes away from Geneva. I am a member of the Geneva Writers Group and the Association La Forge, a literary group based in France. I write stories, poems and am currently working on a couple of plays, a one-woman show and a dramatized poem.
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