An Unvarnished Account of an Unfinished Life - Part I
It had been rumored that Heaven was almost depleted of souls, and a most fearful prophesy was - as a result - on the verge of realization. For it had been said that the first souless birth of the new Millenium would trigger a chain of events so cataclismic, that the end of mankind would result. It would require nothing short of a miracle to save humanity from the great abyss. It would take a small, unassuming little Pug to emerge from oblivion in order to provide this miracle. His birth in a trailer during a pilgrimage to a Grateful Dead concert would herald the dawn of a glorious new age, and replenish the supply of souls, if only for the middle-to-low income bracket.
The Early Years
The Pug grew up in a small town where - despite his mischievous nature - he was much beloved. So much so, that even the most bitter, drunken motorists would be compelled to swerve in order to avoid hurting him. And so it was, that his brief disappearance during the blizzard of '03 served to coelesce the community of Hatsfields and McCoys into a Pug Posse that searched tirelessly for his frozen carcass. And even though the posse subsequently disbanded into violently opposed factions after his live discovery, for that brief moment in time the Pug indeed was a "Uniter".
Despite his youth, the Pug was a mature and natural leader, never hesistating to stand up for truth and justice. A rabid enemy of Temple Money-Changers, he was also a compassionate "annointer" of community cornerstones. He was renowned for his work with lepers, and legendary for his missionary work with women in leopard prints.