Good to know it is nothing serious. You always start thinking the worst in everything when they reach a certain age. I had a scare this morning when Jess was looking very sorry for herself and actually turned her nose up at her slice of brown bread which she usually loves. She refused to eat it. When my mum got back and picked the bread up and offered it to her asking what was up with it, she took it straight off her and ate it. She then came to the door and was standing awkwardly with her back end tucked in and looked quite depressed and physically uncomfortable and then laid down but kept shuffling from side to side like she couldn't get comfortable. I got up to check out her back end and she had a squashed dry stool stuck to the long hair on the back of her stifle and it was hanging and dangling and she was HATING it. I got it off and then she was fine again. She'd been to the loo up on the lawn before I brought her down to the house and it must've happened then. Refusing the bread was her way of trying to tell me something was up even though she would still be hungry as usual and it is something she'd only do with me because only I deal with those kinds of things on her....even if it was just some dry stool that got caught on her hair. I would have noticed it when I groomed her anyway but it was first thing and I was just having some breakfast first.
I know all about dark evenings too, lol. It gets dark here about 4:30 now and that will go to 3pm in mid December where we get about 7 hours of daylight. Very depressing time of year light wise and if it's a cloudy gloomy day, it might never even get light enough for the street lights to go off.
You can post photos the next time you have chance in daylight eh?
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