ABOUT BOGSNET
THE SERVER OF JUSTICE>>
Originally set up by Stod to host Pollita’s online virtual Bar & Arcade, ‘BOGSNET, THE SERVER OF JUSTICE’ was born one sweaty, sleepless night: another unclaimed love-child of necessity. With two chubby fingers held aloft, this fledgling babe was set with one task: Overcome the myriad tortures of WebGl – Browser Security Protocols, Mixed Origin Content errors – those End Bosses you inevitably face, when trying to build a virtual bar in an alternate reality….
Anyway, that story is far less interesting than the one we have at hand – which, fortuitously, can be segwayed to neatly with this time-old proverb:
If you want something doing properly, get your dog to do it for you.
So that is what we did.
Fortunately for us, our dog was not any old dog. Our dog was HUNKY JUSTICE. He was Hogs Bruv, the Boggle-Eyed-Boy: The dog with as many talents as nicknames.
Of course here, we could fly the flag of DIY-Culture. We could say all that stuff about self-sufficiency, about punk, about autonomy & all that jazz. But, if there is one thing we have learnt from our HUNKY, it is that we humans waste far too much playtime on all that pointless hot-air.
Anyway, for our canine counterpart, adding this little venture to his portfolio of interests, was nothing more strenuous than a walk in the park. So there you have it: The BOGSNET genesis story in a tasty bitesize morsel. Yum! Did we mention to bring snacks?
Incase you have visited before – perhaps as a patron of the Z4TA Bar & Arcade, and now wonder why all this human waffle infiltrates HUNKY’s site? Well, we are sorry to tell you that his site has been tarted-up, re-jigged and relaunched, with new pages full of human memoirs and sentimentalities – as HUNKY is no longer with us to keep us in check.
So, these new pages serve as a dedication and memorial to our beloved Bogs – glorious leader and seeker of treats HUNKY JUSTICE.
NO JUSTICE, NO PEACE. NEVER STOP DEMANDING TREATS.
We will never stop loving you HUNKY.
The front page is lifted pretty faithfully from his original site… And this stuff? Yeah, it’s that hot-air we were warned about before. But come on Hunks, we can’t all be Zen Masters like you…
Some of us are just mere humans….
Adopt.
Don't Shop.
And where does one find such an incredible beast? What hand could craft this picture of canine perfection – with fur the colour of warm toast and nature as sweet as honey? What is this marvel of a dog I see before me?
I am a Hunky Dog. We are as old as the hills and as wild as the winds. You cannot define us with your arbitrary human terms.
You see, the nature of a creature is not to be determined by our clumsy genetic meddling. One cannot breed kindness or character. But love, security and trust is certainly the soil in which they grow.
We don’t really know where he came from. We think maybe he was born in Turkey. We don’t know the story of his first year on this earth, or what exactly led him to us, emaciated and terrified, all those years back in 2013.
Sam had spotted him in the river in Tottenham, which backed onto their yard at the time. All that remained above water was his head. He was not making a sound. They cut the fence, cut the weeds that had ensnared his legs, and pulled this bag of bones onto dry land.
He was a mess. Terrified of humans and starving hungry. It was a long journey that followed, and one that never ceased to amaze us.
You see, back then, we never thought it possible to overcome such trauma, to forgive the torment he had so obviously endured at the hands of man.
But we didn’t realise what we had found – a Hunky Dog. And that’s the greatest prize of them all.