I could tell immediatley when Tulsa had done something that she considered 'wrong'.
When she had been good, she would give me the 'One eyebrow raised' look when I walked through the door. And waited until I called her to me.
When she had done something wrong, she would greet me at the door with this 'Gee Dad, I couldn't help myself.' look on her face and then disappear into the laundry room and wait for my rant. I'd find chewed shoes, camera equipment, stuff that mattered!
I would look at her and shake my head, and pour a drink, sit in my chair, and call her in. She'd come in with her head down, sit at my feet, and look up to me with her soulful eyes, and I couldn't help but laugh and love on her. I would pick up the item that she had destroyed, and she would flinch. I would give a firm "NO", and leave it at that.
So if you see a guy walking his DAWG with a sandal on one foot and a hiking boot on the other, with a nice camera with a ratty strap, say "Hey, I know you!"
John