One tries, obviously in vain, to protect one's furniture. At least in the front room, where company sits. One puts down a rather hideous comforter that hubby and his first wife used, in the hope it will catch at least some of the hair so generously provided by 80 pounds of Alaskan Malamute at the "tail" end of coat blowing season. One tucks it in and tries to make a slip cover of sorts. You can see the final result. His official name is Juneau, but around the house we call him Boogie.