This is a tricky one.
I generally consider myself to be a fairly liberal girl. I tend to think that what people do in the privacy of their own homes is pretty much none of my business, and there’s a fair amount that I don’t particularly mind in public, either. And I’m trying very hard right now to believe that the two men having sex in the underpass of the path that leads off of the Pont de Grenelle were unaware of the fact that they were completely and entirely visible to anyone who happened to be crossing the bridge.
Nice, sunny day by the way.
Anyway.
Jolie loves that path; it’s where she gets to go off-leash and where we tend to start throwing a tennis ball for her, so she practically drags us to it any time we’re in the area. So we headed down the ramp, and I tossed the ball while trying very hard not to think about what was going on directly under our feet.
Naturally, Jolie chased the ball off the side of the ramp on her very first try.
A little further along the path, the ball would’ve landed in the Seine, and I tried very hard to convince her that that’s what had happened this time. She almost bought it, too, until…I don’t know. Maybe the stairs that lead down off the sides of the ramp triggered her memory of the one time we went that way, or maybe she caught me looking stealthily over the railing to see the ball sitting about 18 inches from the men’s feet.
I shouted, a lot. I used my scary voice and her stop command, which is a combination that tends to make her lie down on the spot and lick the air in my direction apologetically, but not this time. This time she just…ran.
I don’t know what happened in the twenty seconds or so that she was out of my sight. It occurred to me after the fact that the type of people who tend to hang out in that underpass aren’t generally the type of people you want alone with your dog, but I don’t know that even that vague worry could’ve induced me to follow her.
Fortunately, she came trotting right back out–alone–and we were able to go on with our day.
Now let us never speak of it again.