Dog Power: Skijoring for Speed
By STEPHEN REGENOLD
published March 04, 2008
It’s one degree below zero, a pale morning sky pitched over a barren field. A dozen dogs are yipping and twirling on a ski trail near a parking lot. I’m gearing up with the Midwest Skijorers Club for a session at Bunker Hills Regional Park in Andover, Minn., where 12 kilometers of rolling trail has been set aside for the dog-powered sport of skijoring.
“Line out!” a bundled skier yells, his dog perked up and waiting to run. “Hike, let’s go, let’s go!”
And they’re off, an explosion of snow and ice, poles pushing, skis skating, a harnessed husky leaping ahead, pulling the line tight to run away with skier in tow.

This is skijoring, a cousin sport to dog sledding where Nordic skis, harnesses, and a short length of bungee cord form a system that can power interspecies teams to speeds heretofore unseen on flat snow. The premise is simple: The dog runs and pulls, and the human skis behind, borrowing off the canine thrust while also striding and skating to contribute to the team’s momentum for flying down the trail.
Skijoring is a long-practiced Nordic technique, a mode of wintertime transport that evolved into sport a century ago. But the activity has gained popularity in recent years as everyday skiers see the potential in their pets. Indeed, you don’t need an Arctic sled dog to skijor. According to Jim Benson, president of the 100-member Midwest Skijorers Club, any healthy dog that weighs 35 pounds or more is candidate for the sport.
“We have labs, border collies, retrievers and giant schnauzers in the club,” Benson said. “It’s a great way to exercise the family pet.”
My pet—a 90-pound Weimaraner named Rodney—is a perfect example: Rodney is five years old, energetic and still a puppy at heart. For exercise, he needs to run every day, and he loves to pull. Dress him in a harness, clip in to skis, and—BAM!—you are flying.

At Bunker Hills park, where the trail dips and rolls through a prairie near a golf course, Rodney and I did three laps in an hour’s time. A padded harness on my waist, plus the tow line’s elasticity, cushioned and absorbed the dog-human connection as we ran.
The nomenclature of skijoring includes a dozen dog commands to keep your canine on track, with the term “Hike!” standing in as a signal for the dog to start up and go. “Gee” means turn right; “Haw” is go left.
Rodney is still learning the language, though he took easily to the sport’s primary premise: Run straight and pull hard.
“Hike! OK, let’s go!” I yelled. Rodney barked and leapt forward, claws digging into the groomed trail. I stood up to find my balance, then started skating and pushing off with my poles.


