Buddy clucked, looked closely at me, and said, "What do you think?"

For no reason I could think of, Buddy looked strangely familiar.

Buddy looked at her, thumped his tail once, but decided he wanted to stay and listen.

Buddy looked around, having nothing better to do.

Buddy glanced over his shoulder at her, grimaced and looked back.

Buddy looked as if he wanted to argue, then nodded.

Buddy looked often over his shoulder while he drove the horses down the creek.

Buddy looked at the wreckage all over the landing.

Buddy looked over the side of the cart, but it wasn't worth the effort.

The boy glanced at him a fraction of a second after Buddy had looked sideways, and their eyes met.