Redhawk Caldera Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.

Of course, because she was a pup and did not read minds, she failed to remain still when he attempted to settle her.  When she moved and cried out, Gannet flinched back, ears tucking while he tried to see how badly she'd hurt herself.  Then she came loose, and he stared at the frozen hunk of meat anxiously, mostly checking to see if she'd left anything behind.

No, thankfully! Just ropes of drool and a good section of Gannet's poor nerves.  

He intercepted as she approached, pulled her in with a paw and nuzzled her face affectionately, not minding the likely drool that came with it.  He was a fan of the little squirts, awkward as they may be.  He was glad that little adventure was over, though he kept an eye on the meat in case.  The concept of a frozen tongue wasn't one that had occurred to him yet.  He had a suspicion something on the meat had caught the pup, and wondered now if he shouldn't give the thing a couple good snaps for good measure.