Return of the 6th 2026

After a brief and deeply dramatic journey into dark-side behavior, I am happy to announce that balance has been restored.

I have returned.

Not from exile, exactly.
More from being a little too excited about red lighting and villain speeches.

Yesterday, I explored the darker corners of the galaxy.
I held a red lightsaber.
I made several declarations about snack control.
I may have referred to myself as a supreme ruler of cookies.

In hindsight, it was a lot.

But today is different.

Today is Return of the 6th, which is about redemption, hope, friendship, and realizing that while galactic mischief is fun, it is not a sustainable long-term philosophy for a plush pup. Doggie is, by nature, imaginative, snack-loving, and emotionally expressive, which means my true destiny was never darkness. It was cozy heroism.

So this morning I stepped back into the light.

I picked up my blue lightsaber.
I took a heroic stance.
I looked at the stars on our blanket fort ceiling and remembered who I am.

I am not a snack tyrant.

I am a snack guardian.

Pandy seemed relieved.
Not surprised, exactly.
Just relieved in the way one is when a friend stops doing ominous breathing in the living room.

He restored calm to the operation with his usual wisdom, a steady presence, and a very respectable bowl of popcorn.
That is what true leadership looks like.
Not shouting.
Not pointing dramatically at cookies.
Just standing there like everything will probably be okay.

Mini Blue was also thrilled about the redemption arc.
There was much cheerful bouncing.
Much tiny emotional support.
A very clear sense that the galaxy was once again aligned in the direction of warmth, friendship, and acceptable levels of theatricality.

We spent the evening in our space fort under glowing stars, sharing popcorn and victory cookies and enjoying the deeply satisfying feeling of things being right again.

That is the real beauty of Return of the 6th.

It reminds us that even if you lose your way for a day, even if you get a little carried away with power, even if you briefly believe all snacks should belong to you alone, there is always a path back.

A path back to balance.
A path back to friendship.
A path back to sharing.

Even if sharing is hard.

Especially if the cookies are very good.

So tonight, I stand proudly with the light side.
Not because it has fewer dramatic moments.
Because it gives those moments purpose.

Also because Pandy said if I gave one more speech about destiny, he was taking the popcorn away.

May the Force still be with you.
May your blankets remain cozy.
And may your heroic return include snacks.

Warmly,
Doggie

Pandy’s Postscript:
For the record, he was redeemed the moment he offered to share the star cookies. I was monitoring that closely.