"So sorry!" a quarky voice shouted out throughout the chamber as the White Judge appeared in his bench with a glass of tea in his hands. "The tea shop next door closed down, so I had to visit the Mortal Realm to find a glass. It took me FOREVER, but dear me, I am rambling."
He sipped his tea and a look of pleasure came upon his face. "Ah, it's been so long, old friend... Oh, yes. Next case, then," he looked down at his papers, "State your... Dog?"
He looked up at Fido, a look of curiosity on his face. "Um... Well, dear me, this is an anomaly. Pets always go to Heaven, they usually never come to the Spirit Realm first."