Sage here, and I take dinner pretty seriously.

Dinner is at 5:00, and dinner is good. Those are the rules.

So when I heard my human say “recall” and “metal fragments,” I had a moment.

Metal… in food?

I checked my bowl. Still shiny. Still trustworthy… Probably.

Then she said “Salmon-ella,” which felt like false advertising.

That night, I approached dinner a little differently. Sniff. Pause. One bite. Wait.

Nothing happened, so I kept going. Because, well… dinner.

But it did get me thinking. Just because something seems fine doesn’t mean it is.

That’s why places like Engel Metallurgical exist. They test metals to make sure what’s supposed to be solid actually is. No hidden issues. Because when something fails, it’s usually not random. It’s something that wasn’t caught early enough.

Same idea, different bowl.

My human checks my food. Engel checks materials. Both are making sure “probably fine” isn’t the standard.

And honestly, I respect that.

Because I like my dinner simple. Safe, reliable, and no unexpected crunch.

Now if you’ll excuse me, it’s almost 5:00.