The American Kennel Club does not recognize "Yellow Dog" as an official breed.
He was technically a 1/2 breed, a beaglador. His father was a purebred champion pointing yellow lab, his mother has a purebred 'under 13"' black tricolor beagle (there are two types of beagle, this is the smaller of the two). They were an "Oops!" litter (which is the origin for all of my animals essentially since they are all rescues, except Ms. Fold, but even Ms. Fold was unintended) when his mom got loose and fell in love with Mr. Handsome Lab. The owner of Ms. Pretty Beagle was so angry she got knocked up, he gave her up, while pregnant to a local rescue. She had her puppies and they all ended up looking just like their father in color and substantially so in their features, except for one who looked like his father in features, but was beagle colored. Being 1/2 lab, 1/2 beagle, the rescue said "he'll probably be 30, maybe 35 lbs". They forget to mention that his father was a mega lab, so Mr. 30-35 was 75 lbs when full grown and looked just like a lab physically, except he had the soft eyes of a beagle, a slightly squarer nose, and larger, rounded ears. His brain was 100% beagle, he was a scent dog through and through, a nose-to-the-ground hound. So he ran a Beagle OS on Lab hardware. At first glance no one ever guessed he was anything but a full blooded lab, but once his parentage is mentioned, people could usually notice the larger ears, and soft eyes, but that was about it. Anyone that saw him track knew that he was at least part hound without a doubt. He was the best hunting dog one could ever have, he could track, point, flush, and chase. He never got the retrieve part right. He understood to go get it, but not the "bring it to me" part. He would look at me like "You want it, you come and get it from me" It would not be unusual for him to get a rabbit (without being told to do so, it was just automatic for him), and instead of bringing it to me when asked, he would just stand there and beat it against the ground until he was bored, and then just drop it. He also eventually learned to bay, but it took awhile. He didn't do it as a puppy, or when he was younger. At about 7 he heard another hound baying and all of a sudden he bayed back. He startled himself, and looked at me like "I had no idea I could do that!" after that he loved doing it when chasing a rabbit.
He never had a single health problem in life (he only ever got a scratched cornea from getting too friendly with one of the cats) until he developed osteoarthritis, which was managed completely until it was no longer reasonable to do so. He was the best dog I have ever owned, and likely will ever own. Love ya, Buddy. Always have, always will.
So, for the sake of simplicity and brevity, he is a Yellow Dog.
Yellow dog is the best dog you son of a bitch. I will wring those assholes by their bowties they are surely wearing.
My sentiments exactly.