Friends

The man and his dog walked along the road. They enjoyed their socializing, as well as the beauty of nature, until one suddenly realizes they are dead. He remembered his own dying, but also that his faithful dog immediately afterwards died of sorrow. He wondered where the road was leading them. After a while, they reached a beautiful stone entrance into the courtyard of a house that was pure gold. A man and a dog are heading toward the door, but suddenly a man appears in front of them.

• Excuse me, where are we and my dog? the deceased stranger asked.
  "This is paradise, sir," said the man at the door.
• Oh, good! Have a little water, we are already walking for a long time.
• Sure, sir. Just come in.

The man went to the yard, when the gatekeeper stopped him. - I'm sorry, sir, but the dogs can not be in there. Doshljak imagined a moment, remembered all those years of dog faith and returned to the road. He and his dog continue to walk.
After a while they see a re-entry into the yard, this time without a fence and a door. A man was sitting next to his house reading a book.

• Excuse me, do you have any water? the deceased stranger asked.

• Yes, here it is, sir. - Help yourself.

• And can my dog go in to drink water? keep asking the stranger.

• Of course, all thirsty beings are welcome here. This is paradise, sir.

• How do you paradise? Well, heaven was that golden place a little before, in which animals are not permitted to enter.
  "No, sir," said the man who read the book. It is not heaven, but hell.

• Well, if he's hell, how come you do not get angry about what's fake with your name?

• Why should we be angry, and that's a good way for them to finish with those who are able to leave their best friends thirsty on the road.