You're Taking Snuffy Where?

Me: To the hospital in Seattle.

Lizzie: Excuse me?

Me: Well, he's sick and he has to see the doctor.

Lizzie: In Seattle?

Me: That's where the doctor is. It's not really that far.

Lizzie: Tell the doctor to come here.

Me: Doctors don't make house calls anymore.

Lizzie: Excuse me? It's Snuffy!

Me: I understand how you feel. He'll be fine. Don't worry.

Lizzie: Don't worry??!! It's Snuffy!

Me: They'll take good care of him.

Lizzie: How do you know?

Me: Trust me. He'll be fine.

Lizzie: What are they going to do to him?

Me: Well, they're going to inject him with a ratioactive isotope to slow down his thyroid so he doesn't develop heart problems and high blood pressure which might cause him to go blind from a detached retina.

Lizzie: Get my carrier ready. I want to talk to this doctor.