My big GSD would lean against you if he liked you. His way of hugging. He’d lean against my Jewish friend as we’d walk to the back door past the kitchen and I’d tell him friend “Hey, Ozzy is trying to push you into the oven!”
Ballarat is about halfway. I can grab the tires, pick up some moonshine, drive home. I'll see @Coot83 at San G. Drink some moonshine with him, give him the tires, then sleep instead of wheel and drive home .