An old Cowboy was riding his trusty horse, followed by his faithful dog, along an unfamiliar road. He was enjoying the new scenery, when he suddenly remembered dying, and realized the dog beside him had been dead for years, as had his horse. Confused, he wondered what was happening, and where the trail was leading them.
They soon approached a long hill with a white stone wall that looked like fine marble running its length. Ahead was an arch topped with a golden letter “H” that glowed in the sunlight. Standing before the arch, he saw a magnificent gate that looked like mother-of-pearl, and a street that led from the gate looked like gold. He rode toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side. Parched and tired from his journey, he called out, “Excuse me sir, where are we?” “This is Heaven,” the man answered. “Wow! Would you happen to have some water?” the Cowboy said. “Of course sir, come right in. I’ll have some ice water brought right up.” As the gate began to open, the Cowboy asked, “Can I bring my pardners too?”“I’m sorry sir, but we don’t allow pets!” The Cowboy thought for a moment, then turned back to the road, and continued to ride, his dog trotting by his side.
After another long ride, at the top of another hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a ranch gate that looked as if it had never been closed. 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?” “Sure, there’s a pump right over there. Help yourself.” “How about my friends here?” the Cowboy gestured toward his dog and his horse. “Of course, they look thirsty too,” said the man.The trio went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old hand pump with buckets beside it. The Cowboy filled a cup and the buckets with cool water and took a long drink, as did his horse and dog. When they’d had their fill, he walked back to the man who was still standing by the tree. “What do you call this place?” he asked. “This is Heaven.” He answered.
“That’s confusing,” the Cowboy answered. “The man down the road said that was Heaven too.”“Oh… you mean the place with all that glitzy gold street and fake pearly gates? That’s Hell.” “ Doesn't it make you angry when they use your name like that?” “Not at all, actually, we’re happy they screen out the folks who would leave their best fiends behind.”