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Hello, friend — Typhoon here! 🐶

It was Sunday, and Mom and I were driving home. The road was quiet, only a few cars passing by, everyone else already tucked in, getting ready for a new week. That’s when I love the world most — when it slows down and lets you notice the small things.

The sun was slipping behind the ridges, as if it were quietly sneaking away to light up another part of the world. And oh, the Smokies! The first ridges were bluish-green, strong and steady, fading into misty grays as the mountains stretched further back, curve after curve. The light brushed the peaks with fire — orange, pink, and purple melting into one another — while a veil of mist curled up like the mountains’ own breath.

I pressed my nose to the glass, ears perked, soaking it all in. For a Malinois who lives for action, these quiet evenings remind me: beauty doesn’t always bark or leap. Sometimes, it glows and fades in silence.

And tonight, the sky had more to offer. As the sun disappeared, the Moon climbed higher — not its usual pale self, but carrying a secret. Slowly, a shadow began to creep across it, dimming its glow. And then, the magic: the Moon turned a deep, glowing red, like a jewel set high above the mountains. 

The Smokies below, the Full Moon above — the world felt hushed, like it was holding its breath. For a moment, everything was connected: mountains, sky, sun, and moon.

🐾 With love,

Typhoon — Chief Storyteller of Real Hound Estates

Hello, friends — Typhoon here, your faithful Belgian Malinois and Chief Storyteller of Real Hound Estates!

Now, you know me: I’m all about action — chasing, leaping, guarding, and keeping Mom safe on our adventures. But my sister Luci? Oh no, she has an entirely different priority: looking fabulous.

Here’s the thing about Luci: she doesn’t like anything new. Trips to the groomer are always an adventure for her. She’ll eye the whole place with suspicion, making sure she approves of every brush, every tub, every hand that dares to touch her fur. But once she decides she likes somebody? That’s it — her loyalty is forever. And lucky for her groomer, she’s found a keeper.

So while I’m busy practicing my parkour moves in the backyard, Luci’s living her best life at the spa — bubble baths, shampoos that smell like flowers, brushing, trimming, the whole works. And when she came home? She didn’t just walk back into the house… she glided. Head high, tail swaying like a runway model, giving us all the “yes, I know I look good” attitude.

Even Mom laughed and said, “Look at her go, she knows she’s gorgeous.” And Luci? She just gave me a look that said: “Step aside, Typhoon. This is my spotlight.”

I might be the fearless guardian of the house, but I’ll give her this — nobody can pull off the post-groomer strut quite like Luci.

🐾 Until next time,

Typhoon — Chief Storyteller of Real Hound Estates 

Hello, friend! 🐶 It’s me, Typhoon — your Belgian Malinois and Chief Storyteller of Real Hound Estates.

This weekend Mom and I took one of our favorite drives — the legendary Tail of the Dragon. Now, if you’ve never heard of it, let me explain: 318 curves packed into just 11 miles. Sounds fun, right? Well… Mom says she gets dizzy just on a backyard swing 😅, so you can imagine what all those twists and turns do to her.

As for me? Let’s just say I’m not the biggest fan of mountain roads. I get serious — ears up, eyes sharp, like I’m calculating every curve myself. No goofy grins, no wagging tail. I take my co-pilot job very seriously. Meanwhile, bikers zoom past, leaning deep into the turns, then stop at scenic overlooks to admire the gorgeous views. And oh, those views… the mountain silhouettes stretching across the valleys, layer after layer of ridges fading into smoky blues and greens. Breathtaking no matter the season.

But here’s the fun part: the moment my paws touch the ground — 💨 swoosh! — I’m back to myself. Parkour king of East Tennessee. Leaping boulders, sprinting trails, bouncing off rocks like the Smokies were built just for me. From “serious chauffeur supervisor” to “ninja athlete” in seconds.

Closer to sunset, we headed to Fort Loudoun State Park. The lake was calm, a gentle breeze rippling across the water while the sky lit up with fiery oranges, soft pinks, and dusky purples. I stood tall, nose in the air, breathing it all in while Mom smiled, soaking up the magic of the Smoky Mountains.

Mom says East Tennessee weekends are never boring — and I have to agree. Between mountain drives, lake breezes, and a good sprint, it’s pretty close to perfect.

🐾 Until next time,

Typhoon — Chief Storyteller of Real Hound Estates

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