What the hell?!

So, as the day progressed, I finally decided that perhaps I had enough time in the pool, I needed to dry my pruney self off. But, what happened as soon as I got out and turned my back on the pool?! Look for yourself!

That barbarian of a sloth got in my pool and wallowed! Um, hello? This is not a communal pool! This is MY pool! Get out! So, as I rushed out to rescue my pool with Brown Dog in hot pursuit...then it went from bad to worse...

Dammit! GET! OUT! OF! MY! POOL!

Yes, I'm talking to you! You are furry! My pool isn't....errr....wasn't!

Don't give me that look! I don't care how hot you are! MY POOL!

You too old man! MINE!

And you father....oh, how I expected better! Surely you of all people should understand the difference between mine and not mine! Oh....you'll be hearing about this later....say, 4:00 AM? How's that work for you? How about 3:00am?