An old neighbour had an Alsation that would jump up and put it’s dinner plate sized paws on your shoulders to say hello. I’m 6 foot and 13 stone, and it nearly used to knock me over every time. It was a mahoosive dog, but the softest, soppiest beast that ever lived. That one, despite the size, looks like a right softie too. I’m sure he’ll settle down soon. A few days of food, walk and fuss and attention and they soon realise they’re onto a good thing.
However, the other thing that stuck in my mind was the fur that used to come out it when it moulted. I recommend a new Dyson.