Dad must have pulled too hard when he was examining the head.

Dad pulled his shirt from the rack and tossed it on.

Dad pulled it open and I went through it right behind him.

Dad looked at me sharply and pulled at his chin.

I wanted to show her off as Dad pulled into the driveway.

Finally, Dad pulled the car up the driveway of the new house.

His Dad pulled the arrow off the door and gave it to him.

Dad hurried across the room and pulled open the door.

Dad pulled a second switch and then began adjusting some of the controls on the board.

Dad pulled himself upright and gazed out the window and didn't say anything for a while.