When we first got Cabana, I was so squeamish about doggy cooties that I washed my hands after each time I touched her. I also changed my clothes several times each day because I didn't want any dog hairs on me. I made it a habit to put on my pajamas after putting Cabana in her crate at night so that no stray dog hairs would follow me into my bed and "dirty" my sheets. In order to get rid of any puppy odors (just regular fur smell, I'm not even referring to fecal matter or urine), I bought a big can of rug deodorizer and sprinkled my carpets liberally. Unfortunately, the smell of the rug deodorizer was WAY stronger and more unpleasant than any puppy smells, so that was the last time I made that mistake.
I'm not sure how long I kept up with this neat freak behavior, but presently, I find that I've slid a long way down on the mountain of fastidiousness, to be offering Cabana this wooden spoon so she can lick off the remnants of peanut butter cookie dough. (If my sister or anyone else who might come to eat at my house is reading this, I have recycled the wooden spoon and promise not to cook anything for your consumption with it.)
Even though my house and I might not be as cleanly as we used to be pre-dog, I'm fine with it. Obviously. Dog hair, dog germs, dog slobber--so what. Clean is a relative term, isn't it?