Mr. Harper Day

Today I came home from a long day at one job, followed by a one hour break, then a 4 hour shift at my second job to relax for a minute before bed, when my husband brings the mail to my attention.
"There is something you'll want to see," he said.
I think to myself, "I'm so tired, there is absolutely nothing I want to see - especially not from the mail."
I say, "Alright."
My husband hands me a postcard. I look at the front:



" Okay," I think. "Weird, but why is he showing me this?" Then I turn it over.




More information on the back. But wait! Who is this piece of mail addressed to?




The dog. He's getting mail now. And I always wondered what he did at home while we were gone during the day. I guess now we know. Or do we?