A miniature dachshund with a crimson coat and mismatched peeper, one bright blue and the other warm brown, clad in a fire-engine red down jacket with a bold graphic pattern, stands resolute on a rain-slick road in a neon-lit metropolis, enveloped in a grey mist that shrouds the skyscrapers, the sound of raindrops hitting the pavement punctuated only by the thumping bass of large, sleek Marshall headphones that seem to be holding its ears hostage to the city's vibrant rhythm, its little body seeming to sway ever so slightly to the beat, a juxtaposition of high-tech and high-energy world against a pint-sized, old-world pup.