Naughty Boy

I think I’ve been a naughty boy this evening.  Mummy wanted to trim the fur between my paws (she says it will help with the snow, stopping little balls of snow forming) and cut my nails, but I ran out into the garden and wouldn’t come back in.  I was hoping she’d come out and collect me, and I’d put up a bit of a fight but then give in, but no, she just left me out there.  And instead she trimmed Hal’s and Shandy’s paws and claws – she says she’ll do Casey’s tomorrow.  Do you think she’s really angry with me and won’t now do my paws and claws?  I didn’t mean to be naughty.