Dr. Dog and the lost puppy.

I had a dream last night that I was at a fried conch stand in the Bahamas flipping through a menu and there were caftans on it. Imagine that. “Blue caftan,” and “batik caftan.” I remember asking someone if you take them home, or if you wear them while you’re eating. She looked at me like I had 6 eyeballs.

[J.Crew silk sonnet blouse + Current/Elliott Elephant Bell jeans + Ronny Kobo vest + Twinkle Studio snake necklace + Miu Miu shearling clogs.]

Then I woke up all early and stuff to wash my hair before work since I had to do a sweep for ticks… those sweet little creatures of God.

We spent most of yesterday and last night scouring the woods and cemetery around a temple for my sister-in-law’s new dog, a tiny little dachshund mix who flew across a highway into a wooded abyss and has been missing ever since. Puppy: please come out. It’s too cold!

It was cold and sad but I couldn’t help but be struck by how beautiful it was out there in the late afternoon sun. I walked into some waist-deep brush and scared 6 giant turkeys into the air. I haven’t spent an hour like that, all by myself, for ages. It was peaceful and eerie. I followed a set of puppy prints I found in some mud but lost track when the trail ended.

Anyway, I’m tick-free and mightily preoccupied wondering where the little bugger is. I escaped into my blow-drying session with this album on my iPod. Its 70s-revival sound is so cool and authentic. Thanks to Bryan for introducing me to these guys.

[Dr. Dog, “Alaska”]

(I really should have posted the Bonnaroo version of this, but wanted you to hear all the nuances of the album recording. Don’t the vocals sound just like Rick Danko?)

I dig the hell out of this blouse. The way it was styled by J.Crew made it really feminine and dressy; I had different sorts of plans, though. It sort of reminds me of Dolly Parton in “9 to 5″… so subsequently, I imagine my outfit is something a college grad in the early 70s would wear for a job interview. “Yo… like, it’s got buttons, man?”

Say your prayers for the tiny puppy. And for me; I’m so high on coffee right now I feel like I could catch a fly clear out of the air with my teeth. Or like I said to Murph, “I’m shaking and talking like my mouth was an open fire hydrant.”

-Carey