When I was a young girl, the chore my sister and I hated the most was cleaning up the dog poop in the back yard before my dad mowed the grass. We would moan and groan and encourage him to just mow over the poop, at which he shook his head in amusement and told us to get on with it. As we got older, we were the ones mowing the grass and then we appreciated why the poop had to be scooped - muck chucking is not a pleasant sight or smell.
Remembering my childhood, I was not surprised to see some entrepreneurial pooper-scoopers that have popped up to provide that service for you. They have pretty creative names such as Scoop Le Poop and Rover's Leftovers and there's even the Association of Professional Animal Waste Specialists (aPAWS), which has 90 members. Hats off to you, pooper scoopers extraordinaire. I am sure I couldn't do what you do.
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