By M. Scott Morris/NEMS Daily Journal
Bix the Mississippi mudhound said he doesn’t understand days like today.
For me, and maybe for you, too, Jan. 1 represents a chance to commit to new goals or recommit to old ones.
It’s a clean slate, a fresh start, a “do over,” if you will.
“Baloney,” Bix said during an early morning walk.
“Why would you say that?”
“Nothing. Forget it,” he said. “Tell yourself whatever you want. I’ve got business to attend to.”
He was doing some serious sniffing at the base of what used to be a snowman. Now, it was among the last bits of snow in the neighborhood. Judging by what Bix did next, it probably wasn’t going to last much longer. When he started trotting down the street again, I said, “Explain yourself, Bix. What’s baloney?”
“Boss,” he said, “you humans can lie to yourselves all you want: ‘Today. Yesterday. Tomorrow.’ Sound familiar?”
“What’s your point?”
“Today is today,” he said. “It’s got nothing to do with yesterday. It’s got nothing to do with tomorrow.”
“If I didn’t buy dog food yesterday, you wouldn’t have anything to eat today,” I said, thinking that I’d hit him where he lives.
“But there was food,” he said with a shrug, and a good shrug isn’t easy to pull off for a Mississippi mudhound.
“Yeah, but what if?” I said.
“What if the thing that happened didn’t really happen?”
“I would’ve found something else to eat – today,” he said.
He had a point. Even with a full bowl of kibble each day, Bix has a knack for scrounging up other morsels – if you want to call discarded french fries on the side of the road “morsels.”
I let him continue with his business for a while, and watched him chase after the same squirrels he’d chased yesterday.
Then again, how could I tell if they were the same squirrels? Maybe it was a brand new batch running for the trees with Bix barreling after them. For his part, Bix seemed just as happy to chase them today as he’d been the day before. That’s when I figured out every day is a “do over” for Bix
Calendars don’t matter to him. So what if a council of high muckety-mucks decided yesterday was 2010 and today is 2011?
“Also, I’m about as perfect as I’m ever going to get,” he said. “Today’s all I need.”
“Not too humble, are we?”
“No, just right.”
“Of course, I noticed that you never catch one of those squirrels. I’m pretty sure the little one is shaking his fluffy tail at you.”
“We’ll see who’s shaking his tail tomorrow,” Bix hollered at the squirrel.
“Did you just make plans for tomorrow?” I said.
“I don’t want to talk anymore.”
“Do you want a ‘do over?’”
He pretended not to hear my chuckles during the walk home, but it was hard for him because of those sensitive Mississippi mudhound ears of his.
M. Scott Morris is a Daily Journal entertainment writer. Contact him at (662) 678-1589 or firstname.lastname@example.org.