In looking into my family history in pre-World War II Vienna, I’ve been digging around for pictures. I found some I didn’t know I had — and don’t ever remember seeing. Like this one. I always thought my mother disliked dogs and all other creatures great and small. Yet there she is, standing next to…
Psychoanalysis & Dogs, Part 3: Freud’s Last Dog
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…
Dogs & Psychoanalysis, Part 2: The Barking Cure
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…