<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rdf:RDF xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#"><channel rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/WillowsWork"><title>Willows Work - Blogit</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WillowsWork/</link><description>Join Willow as she works with animals as a Veterinarian Technician.</description><sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WillowsWork/632704" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WillowsWork/631886" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WillowsWork/630663" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WillowsWork/629890" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WillowsWork/629528" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WillowsWork/629437" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WillowsWork/629279" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WillowsWork/629170" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WillowsWork/628997" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WillowsWork/628723" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WillowsWork/632704"><title>House sitting again</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WillowsWork/632704</link><description>Well I'm back at the house with the old dog again. He made it I hope he makes it through. I worry about him. The owner says she takes him for long walks in the foot hills and stuff. I cant bring myself to do that. I'll take him for a walk but I would be afraid that he would go down on me and die....</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WillowsWork/631886"><title>Spoiled Pets</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WillowsWork/631886</link><description>I love my new job but I am amazed at how spoiled some peoples pets are. I spent a week letting a dog in various doors just so she could turn around and go back out her dog door and want me to let her in somewhere else. Her owner is home with her all day and must spend it waiting on the dog. 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