Psychoanalysis & Dogs, Part 3: Freud’s Last Dog

Freud and Lun, Vienna 1937

I hesitated to tell this final chapter of the Freud-and-dogs story because of its difficult ending, but the truth isn’t always uplifting. As an antidote, I promise to continue this series with more cheering segments.

In Part 1, I discussed Freud’s late life arrival at puppy love, including how my great uncle’s butcher shop provided meat for Yofi, Freud’s culturally Jewish — if not observant — chow. In Part 2, I talked about the role the family dogs played in Anna and Sigmund Freud’s psychoanalytic practice.

Here I explore Freud’s final months in Vienna and the last year of his life in London, a time marked by canine bonding — and betrayal.

A Dog Book Translation

A bit of background. Freud and his “Jewish science” were never in favor with Hitler — his books were burned in Berlin in 1933 — and in 1938, when the Nazis took over Austria, Freud’s life and that of his family were in danger. It was not easy to leave Vienna under the watchful eyes of the Gestapo, however, and connections had to be called in.

In a review of Mark Edmundson’s The Death of Sigmund Freud: Fascism, Psychoanalysis and the Rise of Fundamentalism [note: in the America version of this book, the subtitle is "The Legacy of His Last Days"], John Gray writes:

No one could call Freud a sentimentalist. Yet he spent some of his last months translating, from French to German, a biography of a dog, a chow like Jofi, his devoted animal companion during his final illness. Read More »

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Dogs & Psychoanalysis, Part 2: The Barking Cure

Freud, Yofi and a mystery Chow

Ok, so the title of this post is a tad deceptive: Sigmund Freud’s talking cure never went entirely to the dogs. (Update: And, as has been called to my attention, it’s also a tad confusing:  this post has nothing to do with curing barking in dogs.) But the father of psychoanalysis’s close relationship with the canines in his household did carry through to his practice — and to that of his daughter, Anna.

In Part 1 of this series, I explored Freud’s late life case of puppy love. Here I discuss the impact his bond with dogs had on his treatment sessions.

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The Freud Family Dogs

First, a disclaimer: I have no primary sources for this story; it comes from Allan Showalter — aka Dr.HGuy — who heard it from his teacher, Roy Grinker Sr.  Grinker was analyzed by Freud from 1933 to 1935 and founded the psychiatry program at Michael Reese Hospital in Chicago.

According to Showalter in Freud and His Damn Dog:

Freud and his daughter, Anna (also an analyst), both kept dogs (Freud had a chow named Yofi and Anna had a giant wolfhound) that had the run of the offices and shared waiting room. Both dogs would start barking whenever anyone rang the doorbell. The wolfhound… would immediately start sniffing Grinker’s genitals. Grinker reported that, as a consequence, he always entered Freud’s office ‘with a high level of castration anxiety.’ Read More »

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Dogs & Psychoanalysis, Part 1: Sigmund Freud’s Case of Puppy Love

Sigmund Freud and Jofi/Yofi. Funny, he doesn't look Jewish.

You knew it was just a question of time, didn’t you, before I found a way to connect my two interests, my current and future projects? You’d be amazed at how easy it was!

To recap: I recently discovered that my great uncle, Siegmund Kornmehl, had a kosher butcher shop in the same apartment building where Sigmund Freud lived and saw patients in Vienna. A picture I spotted in a photography book devoted to that apartment building inspired this new series, which will explore everything from Freud’s love for dogs and the role they played in his practice, to the claim that psychoanalysis can be useful in dog training, to the dog paintings of Freud’s grandson, Lucian, to… well, we’ll see.

Anna Freud gets a dog

I thought I’d come to dog love late in life, but Freud had me beat by many years. According to an article in the London Guardian:

For over 70 years Sigmund Freud’s life was devoid of canine companionship, but all this changed when, in the mid-1920s, his 30-year-old daughter Anna, wanting a companion for her long solitary walks, became the owner of Wolf, a magnificent and intelligent German Shepherd.

Exposed to the joy of a dog for the first time, Freud fell wildly in love. So much so that in 1925 Anna, in a fit of jealous insecurity, wrote, “I did not give Papa a present for his birthday because there is no present suitable for the occasion. I brought only a picture of Wolf that I had made as a joke, because I always assert that he transferred his whole interest in me on to Wolf. He was very pleased with it.” Read More »

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A Shift in Perspective: Learning from Duh! Moments

We’re less than a week into the New Year and I’ve already had three major “Duh!” moments, realizations that I’ve been missing the obvious in spectacular ways. I’ve been looking for zebras when there were horses right in front of my face.

But rather than slapping myself upside my head in private, I thought I’d share my lesson: That a simple shift in perspective can make all the difference in solving a problem.

Example one: Plumbing the depths

This is the dumbest and the most embarrassing example of not being able to see the obvious. I called a handyman yesterday to help me with some small problems, a broken faucet and a clogged bathtub drain. When he came over and I mentioned the bathtub issue, he asked, “Did you try plunging it?” Now I know toilets and bathtubs get clogged on the same principle: Too much stuff in the pipes. And I have a plunger in my bathroom. But somehow it never occurred to me to try to plunge the bathtub. Sure enough… problem solved.

Example two: Bad medicine

You didn’t think there wouldn’t be a Frankie story somewhere in here, did you?

Last week, in the post Year End Musings and Newsings, I alluded to the fact that Frankie had begun to have hypoglycemic attacks every time I took him for a long walk. It didn’t make sense; I was adjusting his insulin based on  his urine blood sugar tests as I always do. He was also shivering a lot, and putting a sweater on him didn’t seem to help.

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Spam Saturday: Rattling Great Taboo Content, Designer Scuttlebutt, Woh!

At the beginning of this month I posted Spam Saturday: Amazing Products, Thrilling Occasions, Thanks-a-Mundo! Perhaps I shouldn’t have been surprised that the blog was a spam magnet, drawing a lot of magnificent examples of the genre. Meta-spam, I called it;  Amy from GoPetFriendly — my Pet Blogger Challenge co-host — dubbed it spam squared.

We report, you decide.

My usual spam comments tend to be fairly varied. Most of this batch, however, fell into two distinct groups that played variations on a theme.

Group #1

The usual overwrought praise, but with this difference: Whoever was mixing the word salad substituted a different ingredient each time.

Wonderful goods from you, man. Spam Saturday: Amazing Products, Thrilling Occasions, Thanks-a-Mundo! I’ve understand your stuff previous to and you are just extremely wonderful* I really like what you’ve acquired here, certainly like what you’re stating and the way in which you say it. You make it enjoyable and you still take care of to keep it sensible.** I can’t wait to read far (much) more from you. This is actually a terrific*** Spam Saturday: Amazing Products, Thrilling Occasions, Thanks-a-Mundo! informations.

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Year End Musings and Newsings

It’s a funny time, the week between Christmas and New Year’s — even for people like me who don’t really celebrate the holidays, except by drinking too much eggnog and gorging on cookies and fudge. It’s limbo, not quite out with the old nor in with the new. I always look forward to this as a quiet time to get some work done, but without strict deadlines — which I don’t have at the moment — I’m a bit at sea.

I’ve also been distracted by Frankie. He’s had a few hypoglycemic incidents during walks, which hadn’t happened before. It’s been cold, so he is probably using more energy trying to keep warm, even when he’s wearing a sweater. The fact is, he’s not getting any younger, and it’s hard for me to be in my usual state of denial about that when he’s not his normally stroppy self.

And then there’s this odd blast from an unknown past. I always knew that one of my great uncles, who was sent to a concentration camp from Vienna like most members of both parents’ families, had owned a butcher shop and that Sigmund Freud was one of his customers. But I never realized that Freud lived and practiced psychoanalysis right above that butcher shop — and that, in 2001, it had become part of the Freud Museum in Vienna, which I’ve never visited (see the second paragraph).

I can’t even begin to figure out what to do with this information; I’m waiting for the museum to get back to me after an initial introductory email and inquiry about whether my family archives are there along with Freud’s.

So forgive my spaciness at this year-end wrap up/housekeeping post.

The Book Club Regroups — and Reschedules

I know I’m not the only one who’s been distracted, and I realized January 5 might be a bit early for the next meeting of the book club. So I’ve shifted the date to Thursday January 12.  That means it’s not too late to purchase signed copies of the paperback and the hardcover editions of Dog Walks Man at a discount, including shipping charges. To order these signed, discounted copies directly from the publisher, contact Amy Alexander at 203.458.4541 or e-mail Amy.Alexander at globepequot.com. Signed hardcovers are $20, signed paperbacks are $15, and prices include tax and shipping (I imagine if you want extra fast shipping you’ll have to pay more).

And of course there’s Kindle edition, but no signing will be involved: Dog Walks Man by John Zeaman.

Also that week…

To get you right into the swing of things for the New Year, don’t forget the Pet Blogger’s Challenge.  Grab the badge to the right and proclaim, I’M A PET BLOGGER AND I’M PROUD (or conflicted, or depressed, or whatever you plan to write in answer to the questions that Amy of GoPetFriendly.com and I posed).

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And a Yappy New Year!

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Have Yourself a Cute Yorkie Puppy Christmas!

One of the highlights of my blog this year was hosting the Great Yorkie Bark-Off and, especially, collaborating with two creative dog lovers, Alana of Dexter’s Ruff Life and Luciana of Gangs of New Yorkie.  We all worked hard and had a blast, but I know Luciana would agree that Alana was the talent behind the video — as evidenced by the fact that she has gotten more than a million (!) views of her mini-films, starring two adorable Yorkies, Dexter and his new-to-the-household little sister, Peppermint. Both are little trouble-makers — and bundles of fun.

Here are two Christmas-themed examples for your enjoyment.

Did I mention that Alana has a wonderfully warped sense of humor — and a willingness to put herself out there?

Alana has had kind of a tough year — her life through dog video is an open book, so I’m telling no tales (tails?) when I talk about her divorce. So here’s to a very happy Christmas, Alana, and a better next year. May Dexter and Peppermint continue to cheer you up when life is tough.

That’s my wish to the rest of you, too. May you have a wonderful seasonal celebration — or retreat — with the furred, feathered and/or bipedal family members that bring you joy. And to those who are going through a rough patch this season, remembering loved ones who have passed (yes, I’m thinking of you, Clare), hold the good times in your heart. Those who cared about you would not want you to be sad.

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Wordless Wednesday, Chanukah Edition

This really doesn’t need much explanation, except for a few things:

  • I did not buy the fuzzy dreidl for Frankie. It was a gift from his early days.
  • He doesn’t much like it. It is too large for him. It is not squeaky. Rather, it plays a Children of the Corn creepy version of the dreidl song: Dreidl song (which you may or may not be able to hear. I’ve been having trouble embedding this 17-second mp3 file. It plays once for me, and that’s it. Can anyone else hear it? Suggest other ways to embed it other than with the new WordPress media tool?)
  • Frankie is NOT getting eight gifts, as Pamela from Something Wagging This Way Comes waggishly suggested on Facebook. He’s not getting any. Aside from my feelings about gift exchanges in general, he loves his squeaky carrots and, within minutes, rejects all other toys that are not appropriately shaped and don’t have removable squeakers.

    The squeaky carrot

    I loved Mel Freer’s post on No Dog About It about her decision not to buy new toys for Christmas, Old is the New “New.

Has anyone else made that decision about pet gifts, for any reasons? Or is it Grinchy to even ask?

And whatever you do or don’t celebrate: Happy Holidays!

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Wordless Wednesday: 12/14/2011

A year earlier…

These photos, taken by my friend John Peterson, were sent to me with this information only: “My neighbor’s dogs, peering out on the world from under their gate.” The first two were taken a few weeks ago, in November, the last two a year earlier.

Suggestions for titles, anyone? Hidden huskies, crouching sled dogs…?

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