I once had a coon dog that in his youth was as good as they come, however, when Poochie got old and tired he would not hunt but merely follow us through the woods. It used to bother the heck out of me, and I would scowl at him, and he would run off into the woods just out of sight and start barking his treed bark. I could tell he was lying to me because he would bark a half-hearted treed bark and then look at me to see if I was going to buy it. I would say, “Are you lying to me”. And he would lower his tail and ears and slink away. He knew he had been caught in a lie and was ashamed of himself . . . https://www.wordsfortheday.com/2024/05/poochie-was-a-liar/