By Gene Lyons
Updated June 02, 1995 at 04:00 AM EDT
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Return with us now to those arcadian days of yesteryear in a small town deep in the Mississippi Delta during the 1940s. Yazoo City, Miss., to be specific, although that’s the kind of detail Willie Morris neglects to provide — perhaps expecting readers to be familiar with his 1967 memoir North Toward Home. But then a relaxed, unhurried tone is appropriate for My Dog Skip, an unpretentious saga of an ”only child [and his] only dog.” And a remarkable animal Morris’ beloved fox terrier seems to have been, even if readers are apt to suspect the author of telling what Huck Finn called a ”stretcher” now and again. Whether hunting squirrels in river bottoms, catching fly balls, fetching the newspaper from the grocery store, or turning up uninvited at church and school, Skip made an ideal companion for an imaginative boy. An unabashedly sentimental ode to a bygone world ”before the big supermarkets and shopping centers and affluent subdivisions with no sidewalks and the monster highways and the innocence lost.” B

My Dog Skip

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  • PG
  • 95 minutes
  • Jay Russell