I ran across this interesting and entertaining article:
"Once upon a time, poodles raced in the Iditarod. They weren’t half bad."
Recap: In the 1970s, a guy named John Suter saw his minipoo trying to keep up with him on his snowmobile, and thought, "Now there's a sled dog."
"By 1991, Suter had raced poofy poodles in hundreds of dog-sledding competitions... and four times completed the Iditarod with part-poodle teams..."
For me, the most interesting and delightful part of the article was this:
"Even today, however, Suter thinks he was onto something that might someday have led to a poodle victory: He’d raise the poodle puppies alongside huskies, and the poodles “copied them,” he said. Several generations of dogs in — about 80 black, white and brown poodles — he said he saw the dogs picking up a husky-like drive to dash through the snow, while retaining their poodle essence.
“If you fall off the sled, the huskies will keep running down the trail,” said Suter... “The poodles will turn around to see if you’re there and do a U-turn and come pick you up.”
I love it.