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Reno Man Kickin' it Old Stool for a Buck

Posted 11.03.2009 by daphne
Shannon Peterson does not like to clean up after her two dogs, so when she saw someone on Craigslist was offering to pick up dog poop for a weekly fee per dog, she called him. The man, a recently-unemployed, former pet store owner, had decided to take control over his jobless situation. He now scoops poop to make ends meet.

Frost was unable to gather enough funds to start a new business and stated that the recession hit him hard. However, he didn’t let that fact stop him. In fact, his gumption is downright refreshing.

"I said, well I could go start picking up dog poop. There's not a lot of people in town that do that."

Damn strait, Jeff!

Frost charges eight dollars for a one-time weekly cleaning for each dog, ten dollars if you’d like him to pick up poop twice. He even spritzes some sanitizing yardpourri on your assaulted lawn at no extra charge. If you’d like your dog’s nails clipped, or if you’d like it walked or to be baby-sat, Frost offers these services, too. In fact, if you have a horse, he’ll even pick up its poop – for a slightly larger fee.

He now has ten clients and hopes for more. In fact, this entropooneur would like to have enough dog owners on his route giving him the business from the business end of their dogs so that he can hire employees; this way he can increase the area that he can serve.

His website, poopbegone.biz, offer 100% satisfaction guaranteed and a free week for new customers. He has other neat features on his site. For one, he offers pet waste stations from Dogipot to the public. Parts of the site aren’t filled in yet, but it seems that he will deliver this waste basket/receptacle that has a doggie stick figure sign and baggie dispenser on top of it to the area of one's choosing. He also has an Amber Alert banner that runs along the top of each page. That's a nice touch.

It’s great to see someone who wants to work so badly that he’ll pick up dog poop instead of doing nothing. Our hats are off to you, Jeff Frost. You are most definitely one of us!

Show some poop support, or make a poop retort.
Deja Poo (1031) -- 11.03.2009

If he takes his pitching wedge instead of the pooper scooper, he could work on his golf game at the same time. Fore!
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daphne (4454) -- 11.03.2009

If someone was standing in a yard full of poop and yelled, "Fore!" I would definitely duck and cover.

I've emailed Mr. Frost, so hopefully he'll stop by to tell us how business is since the article hit the press.


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ChiliKahKah (1108) -- 11.04.2009

I guess he has a satisfaction gurantee policy or double your poop back. In the alternative, you could say he was in the collection business now.

IBS NO MORE (345) -- 11.10.2009

Good for him! Too bad more people can't take their knowledge from previous employment and turn it into something they can use to get by in these trying times.

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poopcase (19) -- 12.31.2009

Oh, the joys of the frozen months! The precious pet jewels captured by nature in a perpetual solid state.

Recently, my other brother (the pink sheep of the family) moved back to Vermont after dismal re-employment prospecting here in the edge of rural Maryland. He is quite charismatic and expanded my initial plan of a dozen egg-laying chickens into 60+ feathered fowl plus 10 turkeys. I built a taj mahal turkey hutch on the top of the pasture hill on the farmette, complete with wire screen over the elevated two-by-four floor frame. Underneath, I envisioned a wealth of fertilizer to be collected on a concave, concrete pad and piped down the hillside to the rows of corn growing along the fence. I even went to the labourious effort of lining half of the perimeter with plastic and layering it with gravel to channel rainfall underneath, thinking that a torrential downpour would remove the poop piles from getting too high.

Well, before he left in a pissed off manner, selling off everything, the turkeys were set free in the morning to forage and thereby save on feed costs. As it happened, back in my childhood on the farm, the shit hit the fan while it was on high speed. With a stone walkway wrapping around the front of the house, goonie piles were everywhere- because the dambuss birds were raised from peeps and came a-runnin' when they saw someone emerge from the house. The only ones who were happy were the dogs; they looove that fowl stuff! -And underneath the hutch is a veritable goldmine of treats. I'm sure that they are praying for steady, short rains to keep the goods flowing. They will miss their benefactors.
No, I do not let my dogs lick my face!

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