When you get a dog, there are no guarantees about how they will deal with future things. Like your next dog, your next child, your next boyfriend. In those moments, I hope for great and plan for awful. At the end of the day, you figure it out. For me, I had no idea how my dogs would do with my migraines. My migraines come on quick, they last from twenty-four to forty-eight hours. During that time, I am down for the count. There is no opportunity for a slow introduction between your dog and migraines and I have never once seen an area on a rescue profile about ‘super well-behaved if they think a migraine is in progress’.
Max was great on migraine days. He would lay next to the bed (he was 100% against getting on furniture) and never made a peep. I figured he was my blessing dog, that I’d never find that again.
Melvin has been with me for hundreds of migraines. Hundreds! Where Max was great, Melvin is AWESOME. He requires absolutely nothing more than I can give on those days. He never asks to go out, he waits until I can make it downstairs. He requires no treats, even though I keep some in my bedside table for moments such as that. He never barks, even when I know he hears something.
How did I get two awesome migraine dogs???!! When Jake came, I figured that streak had ended. That all hell would break loose. His normal noise factor alone made me immediately come up plans for him. I figured he’d have to be downstairs, separate from me on migraine days. Worse case, he’d have to go…FOR THE DAY, not forever. I was wrong. Even though he snores, somehow I can motor through that. Jake takes most of his cues from Melvin so he has learned to hunker down. Sometimes, if I get sick, I turn and he is there. Staring at me with THAT face and THOSE eyes. Almost as if to say ‘I’m here, you OK’? Best. Medicine. Ever.
My only rule of migraines is that once they are over, we don’t dwell, we don’t spend hours kvetching about lack of cures. It’s the least I can do for a life that has given me three awesome migraine dogs!