My father constantly complains about a stray dog near our house. He says it makes a mess, barks too much, and should go somewhere else. Yet every morning, food mysteriously appears near the gate.
I caught him once at 5:30 a.m. placing leftovers in a bowl. He saw me and immediately said, "Your mother told me to do it." My mother was visiting her sister in another city. I didn't expose him. Some men from his generation will apparently do anything except openly admit affection.