<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' gd:etag='W/&quot;CE4BR3o5eSp7ImA9Wx5WFE0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223642886695249177</id><updated>2010-09-25T04:22:36.421-04:00</updated><title>The Life of Reilly</title><subtitle type='html'>This is the story of a brave dog who survived Katrina. One who would know terror, dispair, and hope. From those who would harm her, to those who would love here, these are the adventures of Reilly.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofreilly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223642886695249177/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofreilly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Baxado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461517198511485339</uri><email>Tsampson5@woh.rr.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUcCQnc6eCp7ImA9Wx5QEkw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223642886695249177.post-4515202707643529014</id><published>2010-08-30T20:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T20:04:23.910-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-08-30T20:04:23.910-04:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prologue'/><title>Prologue</title><summary>The room was dark except for a little light coming through the crack in the door.

As she looked through the wire-mesh of the animal crate, Reilly saw strange lights dancing on the wall.

The water, rising higher now and moving faster, had almost reached the top of the small table that the crate was sitting on.

Her heartbeat grew, faster and faster as she turned around and around in her wire and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofreilly.blogspot.com/feeds/4515202707643529014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofreilly.blogspot.com/2010/08/prologue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223642886695249177/posts/default/4515202707643529014?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223642886695249177/posts/default/4515202707643529014?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofreilly.blogspot.com/2010/08/prologue.html' title='Prologue'/><author><name>Baxado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461517198511485339</uri><email>Tsampson5@woh.rr.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13749189950732191954'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>