Outside, her husband's yellow hound began to bark.

He dropped the jug beside the lolling yellow hound.

The yellow hound was licking at his arm.

It certainly felt like if The yellow hound never came back.

A yellow hound ambled across the street headed toward shade.

He reached down and yanked up the old yellow hound's head, displaying the scar.

That yellow hound deserves to be strung up, but the State will take care of it.

She spotted a white-tailed rabbit seconds before the yellow hound scented it.

Curd, the great yellow hound, started to howl.

The yellow hound sent a howl floating into the light, and far off was an answering horn.