The Thing About Zoey is...

that she must have something in her mouth at all times.  Preferably something soft.  She loves fabric.  She has plush toys, which 90% of the time are lost somewhere outside.  Her current favourite thing is actually big; it's Cody's old bed from Mike's truck.  It goes everywhere with her, except when it's lost.  When it's lost, anything else will do.  Socks, gloves, scarves, hats, jeans, pajamas, shoes, undies, tea towels, dishcloths, wash cloths, cushions, towels, you name it, and she's trying to drag it out the front door.  The other day I saw her running around outside with something rigid and grey in her mouth...upon closer inspection, it turned out to be one of my summer tank tops, frozen solid, which mysteriously disappeared last August.  The other day I rescued a bra from the driveway.  I dread to think what I'll find when the snow melts.