A man and his son were racing across the desert on camels escaping the
warriors following on horses, he asked the son: "Look back, son, and see
what color horse is leading." "It's a grey, father." "Keep riding son,
we're ok." A little further on he asked the son to look again, "It's a
chestnut, father." "Keep riding son, we're still ok." a little further on
he again asked the son to look. "It's a bay, father." The father replied:
"Quick son, stop and say your goodby to Allah."
I'm not playing, nor have I ever played, the *color* game, neither in my
dogs or horses. My belief is that you don't ride color or the head (the
latter comes from the days of the *head hunters* who went for extreme heads
and the rest of the horse be damned), I go for ability and structure first,
color is immaterial. However, all things being equal, I'll pick the grey
simply because I like greys.
Karen Clanin