Not a dog toy

I'm knackered after a day I hauling furniture around.
Our lovely new sofa is now ensconced in our rather nicely rearranged living room. It feels all nice and grown up and doesn't look a mess anymore. Of course the child has spilled a bit of juice on the sofa and is still alive, just.
The blip is of a door stop I've made from some woven squares. Gonzo is trying hard to make it one of his toys.