Apart from the small incident of leash tug of war (I won by virtue of taking him upstairs and making him do obedience for 10 minutes, which the kids reading up there found incredibly amusing), he was very good on the leash except for one incident on the way back to the library.
As we were walking through the mall to the library, a freshman boy in front of us started to bounce his tennis ball as he was walking.
Bouncey, bounce. Bounce.
Jam stopped and seemed to quiver all over. Every hair seemed to stand on end like he was electrified. I wasn't quite sure what was going to happen next. Would he explode? Or would he leap at the ball?
So before anything bad could happen I called out, "Hey, could you stop bouncing the ball until he can't see you?"
The boy turned and saw that Jam was very nearly ready to pop.
"Yes, ma'am," he said cheerfully and walked away clutching his tennis ball.
Jam watched him out of the corner of his eye until we were headed off in another direction.
"Good boy Jam. What a good boy you are." I patted his head marveling that all of his hair was now flat against his skin. "What a good boy you are."