"Where's Arnie?? Say it, Gilbert! Say, 'where's Arnie?!'"

Meet Arnie. Well, most of you have had the pleasure of meeting him already, but he hasn't had a spot on the blogity blog yet. Annie says you shouldn't say the "r", so it's more like "Ahnie." It's not required, but it sure makes it funnier.
In my head, I imagine his voice is really deep. I mean, he's a basset, right? They should have deep voices to go along with their enormous paws.
Arnie's a sneaky little guy, too. When I am unpacking (YES, I still have some to do) or cleaning (I do that sometimes), from time to time the house gets quiet. He's not running around or barking or chewing on his bone... and I wonder, "Where's Arnie?" That's when I go through the house looking for him, and inevitably he's on my bed, looking at me like, "What? This is mine, right?" (say it in your head with a super low voice). But seriously, I love this dog. He's freaking adorable, and I find myself giving him special treatment (when we wants down from the papa-san, I'll give him a little help because his legs are so short!). Oh well, what can ya do?? I'm hooked.