"Just feel like a messy puppy," Julia Crockett instructs me, her eyes beaming with enthusiasm as if she's already part-way to embodying one herself. "Just be a sloppy puppy," she excitedly repeats. "Sloppy puppy, sloppy puppy." Now, Crockett isn't literally requesting that I turn into the animal while we sip matcha lattes in a Lincoln [...]