Yesha Callahan

All Dogs Don’t Go To Heaven?

Within the past 5 years, I’ve had 4 dogs. I’ve never kept a pet longer than 3-4 months, so needless to say, I’ve been banned from having them. People don’t even want to HEAR about me even contemplating another dog. It’s not the fact that I don’t like dogs, I just don’t like the upkeep of them. Walking, bathing, scooping poop; after doing that for a few months, the novelty of having a pooch wears off fast.

My coworkers know NOT to share their endearing dog/puppy stories because I just look at them like they’re crazy. One coworker informed me that during her vacation next week, she’s sending her dog to a kennel. The kennel is costing them $35 a day, BUT, she’s paying an extra $10 a day so her dog can have play time with the other dogs & a phone call. A FUCKING PHONE CALL! So is little Max is going to pick up the phone and give her a call? No. She’s going to actually call the kennel and they’ll put the phone to the dog’s ear so she can speak to him. Uh. Ok. Whatever floats your boat. I ask her how is she going to know if she’s speaking to her dog or just some random mutt? Does Max have a distinct voice? She then proceeds to walk out of my office. Guess she went back to ponder that answer.
Just a few minutes ago, I knocked on another co-worker’s door to see how her weekend went. She was pretty quiet and said it sucked. So of course I opened Pandora’s box and asked her why. Well she goes on to tell me that she had to finally put her dog to sleep. She had tears in her eyes and pretty much was heart broken. At that point I really didn’t know what to say.
Me: Vera, I’m so sorry to hear that. Is there anything you need?
Vera: No, I’ll be fine. It’s just hard.
Me: Well, at least you know he’s in a better place.
Vera: Well, I don’t know that…..
Me: (silence) Oh, ok.
Correct me if I’m wrong, but don’t all dogs go to heaven? Or is there a doggy hell? Or is doggy hell, the Chinese take-out restaurant, nevermind, that’s a cat’s hell.
Needless to say, I now know who not to discuss animals with in my office.

  1. January 9, 2008 - Reply

    Here’s a sure way to make her cry and make it look like you really care.
    Just email her the “Rainbow Bridge” poem.

    Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
    When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

    All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
    They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

    You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

    Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together….

    Author unknown…

  2. January 10, 2008 - Reply

    I never been a fan of pets (i.e. dogs, cats, birds, hamsters, etc.) Plus, you add the factor of the cost and you can count me out — dogs are pricey things.

  3. January 10, 2008 - Reply

    I hope I look familiar in a good way and not a bad one.

  4. January 14, 2008 - Reply

    Hey, I am a new reader to your blog and the reason why I will start reading is because of the comment that you made on ConcreteLoop about Bob Johnson’s remarks. Thank you for being a smart educated black female that can think on her own.

  5. January 14, 2008 - Reply

    dyan: actually someone in my office gave her this poem framed…lol!

    bellini: that’s the main reason why I won’t get another…grooming & vet bills are ridiculous nowadays! as a kid, I can’t even remember my mother taking the dog to get, you have mobile-grooming..etc..etc…

    jaygee: 😉

    perfectingmeb: thanks for stopping through!

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