Bartleby has only been in the care of 3 other people in his 9 years with me.
One guy spent the night here and I called pretty much every two hours. "We're drinking beers, sitting on the couch, eating pizza (a no no) and scratching ourselves. What do you think we're doing?" (1 night)
One woman loves him so much, she sends photos of him to her kids and then they send emails asking after him. They even have a photo of him on their mantle! (a total of 6 nights over 3 years)
And then there is J&M, who took him when I was sick. He loves them, and their Greyhound so much, I'm pretty certain he would gladly throw me over for them at the drop of a hat. (13 nights)
My neighbor, how constantly asked me to let in contractors, feed her neglected cats, and hang out waiting for deliveries because "Well, you are home aren't you?" couldn't fuss herself to walk one half of one block to let Bartleby out in the yard when I was trapped on a closed road. He had been alone for 17 hours, but 'it wasn't an emergency.'
Yeah. I don't trust anyone, except the ones above. If I'd had the experience with the teen sitter above, no lie, violence would have ensued.
Then again, I'm pretty neurotic.
Grand total of nights Bartleby and I have been apart, 20 out of 3469.
I'm skipping the 25th reunion of the Great Peace March in August because I can't take him. That, and the event seems to be fraught with discomforts I would not enjoy, but still. Wither I go, he goest.