A dachshund private eye, dressed in a miniature fedora and worn leather trench coat, peers through the haze of a dimly lit office, one paw resting on a folder marked "Confidential" in bold, red stamp lettering, surrounded by scattered papers, old coffee cups, and a vintage rotary phone on a cluttered, wooden desk. The dachshund's big, brown eyes are narrowed in concentration, its short, smooth fur a warm, chestnut brown, with a few wisps of fur framing its curious face. The room is cast in a warm, golden glow, with shafts of light filtering through the Venetian blinds, casting long shadows across the worn, crimson carpet. In the background, a cityscape at dusk is visible through the window, with towering skyscrapers and bustling streets, adding to the sense of gritty, film noir-inspired mystery.