My husband got a flat tire on the way to Yellowknife while driving up to our wedding and narrowly missed the last ferry of the day (our wedding was the next morning). When he got on the ferry, he got out of the truck to stretch his legs and our dog, Libby, put her paw on the lock button! It took a bunch of crew members to break into the truck. Then, my husband thought he’d have to sleep in the truck because that little gas station in Providence was closed. The family who runs it noticed him and got up to give him fuel. It was truly a testament to how helpful northerners can be!