I have a dog. With black hair.
I also have a son. With real feet, that walk through real grass.
So to hell with that idea.
This is my couch when I first got it (notice the bare living room and empty fish tank? Refrain from judging because I had just got those as well):
I am going to have my cover dyed gray soon.
One of my favorite blogs, Decorology, has a nice pile of couch candy for your viewing pleasure:
All images via Decorology
Is it any wonder that I am washing my stupid, pretty white couch twice a week?