Out here on the Farmington frontier, there's a menace loose in the backyards — and one lawdog sworn to stop him. This is their story. It's also, technically, our business model.
The finest lawdog in Davis County. Rides with a scooper on his hip and a fresh bag in his pouch — one per yard, always, that's the code. Named for the greatest lawman of the Old West.
"On my badge and on my bone: no one steps in anything. Not on my watch."
Never misses a client yard. Ever. That's not marketing — that's the oath.
The most wanted mess-maker in the territory. Gleeful, slippery, always one lawn ahead of the law. Leaves his calling card wherever dogs roam — and tips his hat when the Sheriff scoops him up.
"This ain't over, Sheriff. It'll NEVER be over."
Fun fact: Billy narrates his own legend. Read it in the storybook.
Every client yard is under the Sheriff's protection. Billy can't touch it — the founding counter on our homepage is literally the count of protected yards.
Yards without a Sheriff? That's Billy country. He rides free out there. We don't judge. We just offer protection.
Every story ends the same way: gate latched, yard clean, photo sent. Proof the Sheriff rode through.
Billy always escapes to squish another day. Which, honestly, is good for business — his, and ours.
A stranger's ridin' into the territory soon... keep your eyes on the sky. 🪶




Armed with nothing but audacity. Wanted in three counties. Squishes at dawn.

Every good Sheriff has deputies. These fine ranch hands keep an eye on their own spreads.