dear diary, i had to physically lift mister out of the lake today, as there was literally no other way to lift him, for when i called to him to come out of the water he turned toward the sea as though searching the horizon, oblivious of me. now i have a mild case of jamais vu, but it isn't like that all the time actually, so it stands out in relief. usually he either heads up the path looking back at me, or i say, you about ready, mister and he slowly emerges like the first critter to adopt a life on land.
then he turned his back on me for the sake of wold larsen's muffin and i had to physically push him from behind, for there was literally no other means of pushing him, and he curved his body so i would in effect be pushing him back around muffin-wise.