I know that Wild Ford is dangerous, but damn it, this guy needs ALL the help he can get. The kids find a dog on one of their adventures. A Bernese Mountain Dog. Of course, Mabel HAS to take him home.
"Grunkle Stan! We found a dog!" A big, black ball of fur was sitting in the gift shop, drooling all over the floor of the Mystery Shack. “Great, now let him out,” Stanley said with distaste. “But he’s lost! We found him, so he has to stay with us, right, Droolbip?” The kids held the dog by the neck, burying their little hands in the happy animal’s thick fur. “No, don’t name him. If you name him first, he’ll never let you go. He probably has an owner.” "If he has an owner, we should put up posters saying we found a dog and take care of him in the meantime." "No, Dipper, we’re taking him to the shelter." - The boy pursed his lips, furrowing his brow in a grimace. He didn’t care; Stanley didn’t want another furry friend on his conscience. "Pleeease, Grunkle Stan! You’re our favorite uncle, right, Dip Dop?" The kids looked at him with puppy-dog eyes, clinging tightly to the huge dog. The creature wagged its tail happily, delighted by the attention. “No,” he declared. “You know very well that Ford reacts badly to animals when he’s… scared.” “Mr. Furball Abuelity is doing fine.” “Pumpkin, that cat turns into a wall the moment he sees Ford.” “Ford himself wasn’t any better,” he said, “after he nearly killed the cat—terrified of his own wild side, he stopped coming out of the basement". “What if I lash out at the kids this time?” he whispered. Stanley couldn't always be there for Ford to protect him from his demons. "Grunkle Ford would get a therapy dog" Mabel suggested. The kids didn’t know that during their trip, the brothers had applied for one. Despite taking medication prescribed by his psychiatrist, Ford was still nervous and had trouble sleeping. The doctor had suggested a dog that would provide a sense of security and, in case of an emergency, alert the scientist to his hallucinations. "Forgive me, your uncle has already had some experience with a few of them.” - He saw hope in the children’s eyes. Mabel gazed admiringly at Stanley’s face, while Dipper stroked the dog’s side in anticipation. Every one of the furry creatures had run away after Ford fell into that “wild” state. The scientist treated everyone except his brother as a threat. "They all ran away..." But the kids looked at each other. “So, since the dogs run away from Ford, and he runs away from them, does that mean Droolbip can stay?” Dipper said, more as a statement than a question. “For Belgian waffles’ sake, just don’t cry when this furry friend and your uncle get into a fight.