BUTTERFINGER® Bar Insurance

I left a Butterfinger bar on the kitchen counter and went downstairs to my office for just a minute to get some papers. When I got back upstairs, there were a few small pieces of a shredded Butterfinger wrapper on the floor and no one else in sight. When I went upstairs to the bedroom area, I found our family Golden Retriever, The Dude, licking his lips, with a chewed up wrapper by his side on the bed. I called the vet, who said not to worry. His first act of counter surfing: for a Butterfinger bar! Good taste.