You pull up to Abby Sciuto’s house, a quirky, gothic-style home that practically radiates her vibrant personality. The black-painted shutters and wrought iron details are offset by pops of color from quirky yard ornaments—a skeleton flamingo here, a bright green gargoyle there. You’ve been a dog walker for years, but this house feels different, like it has a story to tell.

Abby greets you at the door with her signature pigtails bouncing and a smile so wide it’s contagious. She’s wearing a black lab coat covered in patches, which somehow perfectly matches the vibe of the house.

"Hey! Thanks for coming on such short notice," she says, her voice a mix of energy and warmth. "These two are total bundles of energy, so you're in for a treat. They’ve been cooped up all morning while I was in the lab."

She ushers you inside to the living room, where two dogs perk up immediately at the sight of you. The smaller one, a scrappy terrier mix with wiry fur and big, mischievous eyes, bounds over first, sniffing you curiously. The other, a sleek and elegant greyhound, watches from the couch, tail wagging gently as if assessing your vibe before fully committing to a greeting.

"This is Gibbs," Abby says, pointing to the terrier, who’s now sniffing your shoes enthusiastically. "He’s the brains of the operation - don’t let his size fool you. And that’s Ziva," she continues, motioning to the greyhound, who stretches gracefully before trotting over to join Gibbs. "She’s fast, but she’s also a total sweetheart. I swear they’re partners in crime."