25 in not-so-Hotlanta right now. Supposed to go down to the mid teens with highs around 30 the next couple days.
i’ve realized that Lincoln‘s limit is about 30°. If it’s above that, he trots out the back door, does some important sniffing and barking, comes by me to get a treat for doing his business, and then he goes about the deck and stiffs around there waiting for me..
When it’s below 30, he lets me go out first, he darts into the near side of the backyard, lifts his leg shoots that thing like a lightning bolt, bounces off me for a treat, and he’s waiting at the back door when I climb the four steps.
It’s all relative. If it gets this cold again, I may have to buy a winter coat.