My favorite moment in Janet Malcolm’s In the Freud Archives is the following aside, which takes place during her interview with an analyst who seems at first to be forbidding:
The door of Eissler’s consultation room suddenly opened and a large dog walked in. He came over and sniffed me in a friendly but unintrusive way, and then trotted over to the analytic couch, jumped up on it, pawed at the blanket that lay folded at the foot until it looked like an unmade bed, and lay down and went to sleep.