Crappy Business

Well, hello there!

My name is Andreea, but most people call me Andy. I live in Lantana, Texas, with my husband, our two sons, and our fur babies.

Most days it feels like I’m herding cats, but I wouldn’t want it any other way. And somehow, through the daily chaos, our pups manage to rule the roost. Shocking? Not really. They are the center of the entire operation, and we are fine with it. Currently, the pup crew is comprised of Watson and Josie, two very sweet, very loving, and VERY silly Shih Tzus. They are part of the reason why KleanField was born. Another BIG reason, and the source of the inspiration behind KleanField, is Buddy.

Our sweet Buddy

Buddy was our huge, black Newfoundland, and the best dog EVER! He is also the face of our company.

Almost 15 years ago, my husband and I decided to get a dog. Not any kind of dog, I was very clear about it…I wanted a Newfoundland. “Own a Newfoundland!” they said. “It’ll be fun!” they said. What we actually got was a 150-pound walking drool machine with the shedding power of a wool factory explosion and the personal space awareness of a wrecking ball. This dog would stare deep into our souls while sitting on our feet, on our couch, or on our entire bodies, convinced it’s a delicate little lap dog. Basically, a small bear that thought it was a Chihuahua. Bred to save drowning fishermen, our Newfie preferred to save snacks from the floor and water from staying inside the bowl. He was majestic...until he decided to shake off a gallon of drool mid-sneeze—on your face, your laptop, and your hopes and dreams. Still, he was the sweetest, floppiest, most lovable disaster we ever invited into our home. We sadly lost Buddy in December of 2023, just a month short of his 13th birthday. And no matter how much fur he left behind, there is not one day that goes by that we don't miss him deeply.

The only thing I don’t miss about having such a large dog was…THE POOP! Everything about Buddy was large: his heart, his unconditional love for his family, his personality, the space he took up in our hearts and home, and his legendary piles of (you guessed it!) POOP! Our backyard was a war zone of giant poop craters. These weren’t just your average dog dookies — no, no — these were full-scale deposits, the kind of thing that makes you question whether you actually adopted a dog or a small, fuzzy bear. You stepped outside for a peaceful moment, only to realize you’ve entered a minefield of steaming monuments of digestive achievement. Our kids used to play tag in the yard, and every 60 seconds, I had to yell at them to watch out for Buddy’s piles. Cleaning it ourselves was basically a full-time job that required a snow shovel, emotional support, and possibly a hazmat suit. It was more like hazardous material removal than scooping. You might need a wheelbarrow. Maybe a team. Possibly a priest. And the smell? We won't even start discussing that. And what was worse was that we always lacked the time to do it properly. It was SO frustrating.

That’s when I had the aha moment: someone should be getting paid to handle this crap.

Fast forward, and here we are! The kids are a bit older, life has slowed down a tad, and we have more time to do the things we wanted but didn’t have time for. Through a little research, a lot of rubber gloves, and more air freshener than I’d like to admit… and voilà—my pet waste removal business was born. Because there's gold in this 💩.

Now, instead of stepping in it, I’ve stepped into it. And believe it or not, scooping poop isn’t just about keeping yards clean—it’s about giving people back their weekends, making backyards safe for kids and paws, and preventing that one neighbor from judging you for “the mess situation.”

I like to say I run a very crappy business… in the best possible way.

When I’m not out on the field doing the dirty work, you can usually find me hanging out with my own pets, who are the true “inspiration” (read: culprits) behind all this.

So whether you’ve got one tiny pup or a whole squad of canine chaos-makers, I’m here to handle the doo-doo so you don’t have to. Because life’s too short to scoop poop—and too long to keep buying new shoes.

Until next time, I hope you stay healthy, happy, and have a poop free yard!