Have you ever wondered, do dogs go to Heaven?
I know this is a question that a lot of people have pondered over the years and being “man’s best friend” and for many of us a part of the family, we would like to think that dogs go to Heaven where we can meet up with them later. Well, that is if we believe in Heaven of course and also if we have been good and our dogs have been good as well.
But have you ever wondered whether dogs think about whether they go to Heaven? Do you think they know or care about God (in any form)? If so is it the same Heaven they dream of, or just a place over the Rainbow Bridge where all old dogs are young again and they can meet old friends.
Let us assume for a minute that dogs think about Heaven in the same way us humans do, in which case I wonder what dogs might be thinking and what their questions about Heaven might be.
Why do humans smell the flowers, but seldom, if ever, smell one another?
When we get to heaven, can we sit on your couch? Or is it the same old story?
Why are there cars named after the Jaguar, the Cougar, the Mustang, the Colt and the Stingray, but not a single one named for a dog?
How often do you see a Cougar riding around in a car?
We love a nice ride! Why not rename the ‘Chrysler Eagle’ the ‘Chrysler Beagle’?
If a dog barks his head off in the forest and no human hears him, is he still a bad dog?
We dogs can understand human verbal instructions, hand signals, whistles, horns, clickers, beepers, scent ID’s, electromagnetic energy fields, and Frisbee flight paths. What do humans understand?
More meatballs, less spaghetti, please.
When we get to the Pearly Gates, do we have to shake hands to get in?
Are there mailmen in Heaven? If there are, will I have to apologize?
Let me give you a list of just some of the things I must remember to be a good dog:
- I will not eat the cats’ food before they eat it or after they throw it up.
- I will not roll on dead seagulls, fish, crabs, etc., just because I like the way they smell.
- I will not munch on “leftovers” in the kitty litter box; although they are tasty, they are not food.
- The diaper pail is not a cookie jar.
- The sofa is not a face towel; neither are Mom and Dad’s laps.
- The garbage collector is not stealing our stuff.
- My head does not belong in the refrigerator.
- I will not bite the officer’s hand when he reaches in for Mom’s driver’s license and registration.
- I will not play tug-of-war with Dad’s underwear when he’s on the toilet.
- Sticking my nose into someone’s crotch is not an acceptable way of saying ‘hello.’
- I do not need to suddenly stand straight up when I’m lying under the coffee table.
- I must shake the rainwater out of my fur before entering the house.
- I will not throw up in the car.
- I will not come in from outside and immediately drag my butt across the carpet.
- I will not sit in the middle of the living room and lick my crotch when company is over.
- The cat is not a squeaky toy; so when I play with him and he makes that noise, it’s usually not a good thing.
May I have my testicles back?
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