There was a little movie that came out in 1989 called "All Dogs Go to Heaven" Basically this little movie was about a dog who came back from Heaven (since all dogs DO go there) for revenge on his killer.
I just always liked the title of the book. All Dogs Go to Heaven.
I am really sad today because my daughter's wonderful little dog got run over and killed by a car yesterday. Of course the perpetrator didn't stop. Guess that happens most of the time. This little pup was three years old, and had given me and my daughter's family more laughs in three years then a barrel of monkeys. That had to be fate, since his name was Puck.
One of his great little tricks back when he was little was to come and greet me with that wagging little tail of his and jump up on my leg and….promptly tinkle on my shoe. I have gone home many a day from my darling daughter's house with a sprinkled shoe. He kind of slacked off on that after a while. But, he was always a great greeter, with that tail just a waggin' and his little ol' Doxie face looking like he was smiling up at you. "Howdy" he would say. He loved people. That's kind of unusual in little dogs. He was a little barkie until he knew it was you, then it was "heya!"
He loved to chase one particular ball that he had. My son in law and the rest of the family would throw that ball over and over and over, and he would still chase it and bring it back. One day my son in law threw it until the dog was so tired he just collapsed on the floor. "No mas!!" he seemed to be saying between shallow breaths.
I used to take care of him when the kids would go off on vacation. The first couple of times, he made a total MESS of things. Wouldn't hit the pad, tore up his pad, sheeesh!!
But, over the months and years he got to be a real little gentleman, where caring for him in their absence was more of a pleasure then a pain. He was always glad to see me, and wanted me to stay awhile and visit. What a friendly, loving little guy he was.
I know that most people's concept of Heaven is that we are all going to stand around in our robes and gowns, and sing hymns for eternity. In my heart of hearts I feel that Heaven is going to be a more personal thing, like the Heaven that is portrayed in Mitch Albom's book "The Five People You Meet in Heaven" If you haven't read that book, you should. If that's the way it is, and I pray that it will be, then all my old friends I have had over the years, Old Bullet, and Whitey and Lobo will be there waiting to greet me. Oh, and I think Puck will be there too, and the first thing he is going to do and come running and jump up on my leg and wet my shoe! Thatta' boy!