At the end of December I bought a couch. It was to replace a huge, ancient yellow monster which had first been my mother's and, after she had it reupholstered and lived with it for many more years, became mine. It was well over twenty years old and although a bit hard, far from worn out. But it was deeply stained from years of muddy paws and no amount of cleaning would get the stains out. No one sat on it because it had not been originally purchased with any considerations about being a dog hair magnet. It was an embarrassment when people came over and since no one in the family would sit on it, and it is the couch placed for optimal television viewing and conversation, it was not only taking up a huge amount of room, but it was keeping us from being comfortable.
This is my new couch.
We carefully explained to the dogs that the new couch was off limits. When they tried to leap up we firmly told them no.
It's actually slipcovered, so when the dog hair and muddy paw prints become too much, we can have the slipcovers cleaned. And in fact I bought a replacement set. It's just a practical, family room couch. The color is for wearability. But it's way more comfortable than the old couch.
We've had it for two weeks.
Sometimes you just have to bow to the inevitable.