Dear Diary,

Last time I told you all about my first horse show, and now I get to tell you about my first clinic!

I’m not really sure what a clinic is, but it must be similar to a show, because my mom/Treat Chief gave me a good scrubby bath and trimmed a jazzy little bald patch in my mane where my bridle goes (I’m told it’s all the rage, and I’m also told please-stop-turning-around-to-see-what’s-going-on-you’re-going-to-make-me-cut-your-ear-off).

I blogged last year about coming to the realization that my beloved childhood horse, my children’s hunter Lucky, was not the right horse for my current situation. I wanted desperately to try the jumpers, and Lucky has zero interest in going fast, turning sharply or jumping anything bigger than 3’.