I'm looking more like my dogs every day - it must be the shaggy fringe and the ears.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
When the dog looks at you, the dog is not thinking what kind of a person you are. The dog is not judging you.
I am not a cat man, but a dog man, and all felines can tell this at a glance - a sharp, vindictive glance.
I look like Scooby-Doo in a beard.
I've seen a look in dogs' eyes, a quickly vanishing look of amazed contempt, and I am convinced that basically dogs think humans are nuts.
I am very benign-looking. I'm somewhat like a golden retriever: It's not hard to look at me. I'm perfectly fine. It's not like things jut out and make you nervous. But the lovely thing about being so pale and having such pasty features is that I can look like pretty much anything, which is nice.
My forehead is sometimes too high, but bangs could correct this.
I did a film a long time ago with a shaved head and I had the ugliest looking head in the world.
I'm cool with the way I look, I'm not an ugly dog, but I don't see myself as a stud or anything.
Probably the single most important evolutionary trait dogs developed was right there at the outset, illuminated by the campfire. It is in those eyebrows and in the way dogs have of tilting their heads. They are warm packages of emotions.
I look at myself like a show dog. I've got to keep her clipped and trimmed and in good shape.