Two big black dogs stared at me from the trees.

The dog stared back at her, mouth open and laughing, as if to say, "Aren't you happy to see me?"

The dog stared at her with its cold grey button eyes.

The dogs stared some more and then turned and ran off.

At least he thought the dog was staring at him.

The dog did not stare at the sun above the Pacific, but off to the north.

The dog stared at me for a few more seconds, then bent his head to the bowl.

There was something strange about the way the dog stared.

But the big dog just stared back and wouldn't budge.