I consider myself lucky to have Ethel, my consummate city dog. She’s small, portable and doesn’t need to run laps around the park everyday. Still, she’s 10 years old, I want to keep her as healthy and stimulated as possible. I didn’t think I was doing that as well as I should. I used to wonder a lot about whether she was just, well, bored.
No more. Reader, I have found a stopgap to my Maltese’s boredom. Its name is Dog Brick.