Dachshund Dilemma
Disclaimer: I still don't own Glee.
It was that time of year where everyone at Dalton went home for the holidays. Wes was at home sitting in his room when he felt his pocket vibrate. He picked up his phone and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Oh my gosh Wes thank God you answered." Wes recognized David's voice.
"What's going on?" Wes asked very concerned why David sounded so worried.
"Okay so I'm home alone and I was eating dinner on the sofa because my parents went out to eat. I had to pee so I went to use the bathroom and when I came back Digger had eaten all of my food. I mean everything 8 chicken strips and half a plate of mashed potatoes! That is a meal fit for a grown man and my little dachshund just ate all of it. I'm scared what do I do? Do I need to take him to the emergency vet?"
Wes had to hold back a laugh. David loved his little dachshund more than himself. "David calm down." Wes tried to reassure David.
"But what if he dies? I can't lose him, he is my little buddy." At this point David was crying.
"David stop crying. Go find Digger."
"Okay," Wes waited a few seconds. "I found him and he can't move."
"Okay, David go take Digger to the emergency vet to be safe. Let me know what happens. I promise Digger will be fine." Wes told him.
"Okay bye." Then David hung up. Wes sat there on his bed thinking. He remembered David telling him the story of how he got Digger for his 15th birthday and he loved that dog so much. It wasn't even a dog to David he was family. Wes really hoped nothing happened to the little dog because he knew it would be hard on David.
About two hours later Wes's phone started to ring and it was David
"So what happened?" Wes asked
"Digger is okay we are back home now. The vet took an X-Ray and she said Digger's stomach was able to withstand the food but he can't consume anything except small amounts of water for the next 48 hours. She gave me some medicine to give to him that will make him poop. So basically I have to keep an eye on my shitty dog for the next two days."
"Okay I'm glad he is okay." Wes said relieved.
"Okay well I'll let you go. Sorry I freaked out earlier." David said.
"It's okay. I know you love him. Bye." Wes said and he heard David hang up the phone.
The next day Wes got a text message with a picture and let's just say it looked like brownies exploded in David's room.
A/N: Sorry it's short and it doesn't even have anything to do with the last chapter but I just had to write this. I will be writing an epilogue to the last chapter so you guys can know how everything turned out for Wes. If you were wondering how I got this idea well what happened to David happened to me. (Well not where Digger poops all over David's room) I'm sorry if it sucked the epilogue will be better. Review?