Guilt trip

 I try to take Smooch with me whenever I leave the ranch. 

She's good company and, besides, I hate the sad-eyed look she gives me when I leave her home.

Alan: Look sad. Maybe she'll take us, too. 

The look of a smug dog with passenger privileges. 

Me: There isn't room.   

 We ran into a few of our bovine friends. This particular herd is generally friendly

and harmless, but a bull is still a bull, so I stayed in my truck,

which happens to look like the truck of the rancher who feeds them. 

 Me: You've got me confused with somebody else.

 Me: I've had enough sad-eyed looks for one morning, thank you very much.

Cow: Mooooooooooo.

(Google translate: Feed me.) 

 I drove off before this little one started wailing,

having had enough guilt for one trip.