Stuffed to the gills

I declared my home a unicorn-free zone because of the growing plethora of stuffed animals. I wanted to make a hard limit as to where the girly-ness could go.
It doesn’t help that when I come back from vacation I find that my stuffed dog seems to have acquired a friend. The new dog seems to be eyeing the ball of my old dog. So far no stuffing has been drawn, but I don’t know how long the peace will last.