As a kid, my family went to church every Sunday. We had our spot on the back row. Well, the old preacher had retired, so we had a new one. Throughout the years, a lot of preachers said a whole lot of things. But one day, the new preacher got up in the pulpit and announced that dogs didn’t have souls and most certainly did NOT go to heaven.
That’s the one day my dad almost walked out. We kept him in his seat, though. He did cross his arms over his chest and say, “My dog’s going to heaven.”
He never did like that preacher after that.