I managed to make my way back home; it turned out that Mr. Puddles was NOT my dog at all! What a day of horror I have had! Someday, when I think you, my dear readers, are prepared for it, I shall describe my adventures.
Anyway, upon reaching home I discovered that the Magic 8 Ball was, surprisingly, sitting quietly on the shelf where it always sits. Seeing that there is a question about the Snoqualmie Pass, I decided to quickly consult the Magic 8 Ball.
I will ignore, for the moment, your desire to go to Seattle. I mean, we all know the Seahawks are not in the playoffs.
"Oh Magic 8 Ball, is it safe for Jordansmomma to drive to Seattle via the Snoqualmie Pass?"
(Shake like a Seahawk receiver):
"Cannot predict now"
What? Cannot predict now? Well, I wish could curse on this forum, I would tell the Magic 8 Ball what I think! The most greenhorn weatherman with the most primitive weather instruments (like eyeballs and a stick) can tell that it is snowing like the Dickens in that area!
I guess, however, the Magic 8 Ball had a day of horror also, and so it is not collected yet; it's spiritual thing or whatever is not clear or whatever.
Googling Snoqualmie Pass I see that it is enconsed in snow. Utterly unpassable.
So, I shall shake my head thusly

and make my own prediction:
Do not attempt the Pass!
Shaking my head made me a little dizzy. Ah! Here somes Horace the Hamster with a refreshing adult beverage that will, no doubt, set me right. I do not recall having a hamster, at least one this large, but no doubt it slipped out of my mind due to the day of fatigue I have experienced.
Thank you, Horace.