Timothy crouched under the dense foliage alongside his faithful furry companion.
They watched intently as the scene unfolded: a limo pulled into the driveway, the back door swung open, a tuxedoed young man exited and headed towards the house, corsage in hand.
Everything according to plan.
Timothy unleashed his perfectly filthy dog. She beelined towards the unsuspecting prom date, covering him in wet mud.
Timothy raced towards the chaos, offering a flurry of insincere apologies. But once he arrived, he snatched away the corsage.
“Are you in a tux?” the boy asked.
“She’s gonna need a date now,” Timothy answered.
The Weekday One Hundred 