When Steve died he thought he'd go to Heaven. He thought this the whole way down when his chute didn't open. He had forgotten to put it on. Why he thought God would allow someone that stupid into Heaven is unknown. Steve didn't have the chance to tell anyone before he hit the ground. He found out that he was going to Heaven but not straight there. God wanted him to see what life is like from the other side.

"You're sending me back as a woman?", Steve asked the Lord.

"Stop being an simpleton. You're too dumb to be a woman. You were too dumb to be a man. I swear, well not swear, I didn't plan on you making it to adulthood. You were too dumb. I got too busy and you made it. No, I want you to see what it's like being a dog."

"Why? Why would you want that? What am I supposed to learn?", Steve asked.

"Learn? Nothing. I just want you to see what it's like. I, well, We like to amuse Ourselves with this. You'll get into Heaven...just a little later."

Steve hoped he come back as a rotweiler or something like that. He came back as a chihuahua owned by a goofless old couple. He knew they were goofless when the old lady said, "Oh, look, Herbert, Kewpie is staring at herself in the mirror".

Huh? Herself? But God said..no, he said not as a woman. He didn't say not as a female dog. Dang, Steve thought, I just bet I've been fixed to boot. Look at that. A bow on my head and booties on my feet, er, paws. I'm not going out like this. Housebroken, my cute butt.

What that crap in the bowl? It stinks! Good grief, was that what I was feeding my dog. No wonder he was a biter. I'd bite just to get some meat. Wow! What a smell! Uh, oh. I have to eat that crap. I can't reach the refrigerator door handle. Maybe I'll just bite the old couple. Jeez, the dog food looks more appetizing.

There's the dog bed. Got to try that out. Say, my own bed wasn't this comfortable. I should have had one of these for my dog instead of the garage floor. This is soft. This living a dog's life is pretty good.

"Kewpie, come on, sweetie, time to go for a walkie-poo", the old lady called out.

Walkie-poo? I ain't going anywhere looking like this. You want poo? Look under the couch. For that matter just take a sniff.

"Mildred, did you forget your continence pants again?", Herbert asked.

"No! That isn't- Kewpie, bad dog, bad doggie. Oh, come here, I didn't mean it. Come to mommy for a kissie".

Steve suddenly was in Heaven. He could see the Pearly Gates. They were way up high but he was in. There were some angels and a bunch of people.

And the place was overrun with chihuahuas.