I had a few dogs like this. It wasn't so bad with the small ones. But one of them was a bouvier-something mix, absolutely (for a dog) huge bastard, and there really wasn't any furniture that he could get under (or behind). As such, his go-to hiding spot was me.

It was a pretty fucking odd experience having him trying to pack his big self into my lap and crawl up into my shirt, while I was wearing it, every time it started storming or the 4th of July rolled around.