Why Gay Men Like Dogs by Jacob Z. Flores — guest blog and giveaway

Hi, everyone! I’m Jacob Z. Flores, and I’m pleased to be here at Long & Short Reviews. This is my first time to stop by this neck of the Internet, and since I enjoy visiting new places, I was grateful for the invitation.

So why am I here? Well, Long & Short Reviews has graciously offered to host my blog tour promoting my latest Dreamspinner release, When Love Gets Hairy, which is the third book of the Provincetown Series. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the series, you don’t have to read the books in order of publication. I’ve written each book as a standalone, so readers can start the series with any of the books. Pretty cool, right?

But I’m here today to talk about more than just my book. I thought it would be fun to tackle a rather adorable subject near and dear to the heart of most people I know—dogs.

After all, who can resist a precious little pooch? I know I can’t! There’s just something about those cute puppy dog eyes and wagging butt that captures our hearts. Besides, what gay man doesn’t like a wagging butt?

So today, I want to share with you the top 3 reasons why I believe gay boys love their dogs (no pun intended!).

#1—Dogs Offer Unconditional Love

Dogs offer this unconditional love freely to their owners without caring about their owner’s sexuality, which is what makes them especially attractive to gay men. It’s been my experience that many gay men have suffered through prejudice and hostility, not just from society in general but from their own families. For many gay men, their pup might be the first and only living being to ever love them unconditionally.

Dogs don’t care who you sleep with or what you’ve been doing while you’ve been gone. They won’t judge your 2 a.m. walk of shame or look at you crossways if they smell another man or, God forbid, another dog on your clothes. While they might snuff at the thought of some Yorkie hussy for daring to climb onto your lap, their eyes will only ever look up at you with love and devotion. Who you are, who you’ve been with, and what you’ve done just don’t matter. All that matters is that you’re home, and they let you know that with sweet doggy kisses.

#2—Dogs Are Man Bait

Owning a pooch is also quite possibly the best way to meet other men. Gay men love admiring each other’s dogs (pun most definitely intended!). I’ve seen guys practically fall over themselves to reach a pup they just had to pet, and what better way to strike up a conversation with a random hottie, then by talking about his dog? Gay men can go on for hours about their pets because they are basically their children. What parent doesn’t like bragging about his child? It’s inherent in all of us, and if a guy likes your dog, well, there’s a chance you might just throw him a bone later.

#3—Dogs Love to be the Stars

There isn’t a dog I know who doesn’t enjoy being the center of attention, the star of the show so to speak. This is appealing to gay men because most of us are exactly the same way. We love being told how cute we look when we wag our butts. We enjoy lying on our backs and having our tummies rubbed. We even respond well to commands in certain situations. And if another daring mongrel gets too close to our loved one, we will growl too and even pee all over him to drive the point home that he is OFF LIMITS!

That’s why gay men love their dogs so much. Dogs can be just as self-absorbed as gay men, and gay men love it. Why else do most gay men dress their pooches up for pride and flaunt them about in costume? Does the doggie mind? Not one bit. His cute outfit will just attract more adoring admirers. For gay men and their dogs, there’s nothing wrong with that.

So, there you have it. Those are my top 3 reasons why I believe gay men love their dogs. But why am I talking about dogs in this post? Well, I’m glad you asked. It just so happens that When Love Gets Hairy features a precocious Frenchie named Louie as one of the main characters.

Louie’s relationship with his owner Teddy Miller is one of complete and absolute adoration. Louie and Teddy love each other like no other. They are best friends and would be lost without the other. In fact, there’s even a scene where Louie runs off. Naturally, Teddy almost loses it. He can’t bear the thought of never seeing his pup again.

But Louie doesn’t do anything without a reason. He’s quite possibly the smartest character in the book. He sees things clearer than any of the humans. So when Louie runs off, he does so with a purpose. His nose catches the scent of someone who might just be perfect for his master, and he rushes off to do something about it.

I want to thank everyone for stopping by and visiting with me today. I hope you enjoyed this post because I had a great time writing it. I also want to thank my hosts once again. Your hospitality has been greatly appreciated, and hopefully, you will allow me to come back again soon.

For those interested, I have included a blurb and excerpt below. Additionally, as part of my blog tour I’m hosting a giveaway.

The When Love Gets Hairy Giveaway Contest

All you have to do is leave a comment to this post, and your name is entered to win one of eight cool prizes, including books from my backlist to gift cards from Amazon to some of my author swag.

1_9 WhenLoveGetsHairyAs vain as he is beautiful, Nino Santos happily lives life waiting for the next ferry full of fairies to bring him new conquests. As long as they aren’t hirsute, he’s all in. So he’s shocked to wake up after a beach party he cannot remember with a hairy naked man lying next to him.

Teddy Miller doesn’t remember the “Bear Week” party either, much less the Abercrombie & Fitch model wannabe next to him. Teddy doesn’t give two cents about appearances, but guys like Abercrombie don’t return the favor. That’s why he prefers men with extra fur and padding over carbon copy clones of perfection—a type of man Teddy is far too familiar with.

When Nino and Teddy glimpse each other the next morning, it’s loathing at first sight. Instead of exchanging phone numbers, they exchange insults and vow never to see each other again. In Provincetown, however, escaping a trick best forgotten isn’t easy. Mutual friends and chance circumstances keep Nino and Teddy in each other’s orbit. But are they fighting each other or the attraction growing between them? The answer lies amid Provincetown’s windswept dunes and the night neither of them can recall.

Enjoy this excerpt:

Nino didn’t have time for this. He had a trick to get to and pound the shit out of, but this damned French bulldog wouldn’t leave him alone. No matter how many times he told it to shoo, it arfed at him and continued to follow him down Commercial Street.

He had to admit the little guy was cute.

His squashed nose and huge-ass ears made him giggle, even though he was also making Nino late for his fuck.

“All right, boy,” Nino said as he turned to face the dog. “You need to go back to your owner. Now.”

The dog sat down in front of him. He was apparently going nowhere. Typical bulldog. Stubborn to the core.

“You’re not a very good dog, are you?”

His new furry friend arfed in response. When did he suddenly become irresistible to the short and the hairy?

Nino walked a couple of steps backward, testing to see if he could move without being followed, but the persistent pup matched his steps. When he stopped, the dog stopped. Evidently, he wasn’t going anywhere without a shadow.

He surveyed the crowd of bears who streamed around him in hairy packs. He scanned the crowd, looking for a frantic owner searching the street for his lost baby. He could find no panicked, wide eyes anywhere.

“Apparently no one’s missing you,” Nino announced to the dog that looked up at him and snuffed. “Did your owner abandon you because you’re a pain in the ass?”

At this, the dog arfed again and then proceeded to sniff his leg. He inhaled at his flesh so roughly that he sprayed Nino’s leg with dog snot.

“That’s gross,” Nino said as he wiped his leg. “I’m used to sharing a drink with a new boy before he splooges all over me. And you, my friend, are definitely not my type.”

Undeterred, the dog continued his sniffing quest. Apparently, Nino had picked up some scent his new pal liked.

“Cute dog,” some random bear commented.

“He’s not mine,” Nino responded. “You want him?”

The man didn’t reply. He simply smiled and waved good-bye to him and his furry little stalker.

“Not even strangers want you,” Nino said as he looked downward. The dog’s brown eyes stared up at him with complete and utter devotion. “Why are you looking at me like that, you crazy dog? You don’t even know me.”

His friend sniffed the air around Nino and chuffed. If Nino didn’t know any better, he’d have said that the dog was arguing with him. As if he knew Nino by smell alone, which was entirely impossible.
“All right. You win.” Nino sat down on the curb, and the pooch immediately crawled onto his lap, making himself at home. “Jeez, you’re worse than most of the guys I meet. Crawling on my junk the first chance you get.”

He stroked the pooch’s back and then scratched at his backside, which elicited a dreamy stare from the Frenchie. He apparently enjoyed butt play. A dog after his own heart. “I guess you’re not too bad.”

As he continued to dole out the loving the dog craved, Nino searched the dog for identification. “You don’t have a tag. That means you’ve got a dumbass for an owner.”

His friend snorted.

“You don’t like when I talk about your master, huh?”

His reply was a snuff.

“Okay, fine. I won’t call your owner names. Even though he is a dumbass.”

The dog once again snorted a mist of dog boogers. This time in Nino’s face.

“You did that on purpose. Didn’t you, you little fucker?”

Suddenly, the dog’s ears perked up, and he looked back down Commercial. “What do you hear, boy? Is that your owner?”

“Louie!” A voice called out. The panic was unmistakable.

“Here, Louie, Louie,” someone else said. The voice belonged to a woman. Probably some straight couple who came to P-town to gawk at the gays.

The dog, who he suspected was called Louie, continued to stare through the crowd of bears, sniffing the air. He was apparently waiting for his owner to appear, so Nino joined him. Who was the idiot who had taken his dog out without a leash or a dog tag?

Whoever they were, he planned to give them hell for making him late for the hookup he desperately needed.

You can buy When Love Gets Hairy here:

http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=4528

About the Author:1_9 Tharp-Flores--(1179)__06_12_13Jacob Z. Flores lives a double life. During the day, he is a respected college English professor and mid-level administrator. At night and during his summer vacation, he loosens the tie and tosses aside the trendy sports coat to write man on man fiction, where the hard ass assessor of freshmen level composition turns his attention to the firm posteriors and other rigid appendages of the characters in his fictional world.

Summers in Provincetown, Massachusetts, provide Jacob with inspiration for his fiction. The abundance of barely clothed man flesh and daily debauchery stimulates his personal muse. When he isn’t stroking the keyboard, Jacob spends time with his husband, Bruce, their three children, and two dogs, who represent a bright blue blip in an otherwise predominantly red swath in south Texas.

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Comments

  1. Thanks for hosting me today. 🙂

  2. I love your theory on dogs. I have 4 of my own and know they do love unconditionally. Thanks for the story, and the giveaway.

  3. Yes, dogs are the best 🙂 cuddly and friendly and loyal. Petted the cutest little white terrier mix today at a shop – it was SO happy to be noticed!

  4. Great post! I’ve been looking forward to this book since October! Added it to my wish list.

  5. Interesting post; they’re cute

    bn100candg at hotmail dot com

  6. I love this excerpt. Sounds like Louie is just as much a challenge for Nino as Teddy. LOL

  7. I’m a dog lover and really enjoyed your fun post about them and gay men.

  8. Christine says:

    I want to read this book from the adorable Jacob Flores. It is on my TBR list for sure anyway. 🙂

  9. Great post! It was a lot of fun to read. I love how you describe the 3 reasons. I think #3 is my favorite. 😉
    I really enjoyed the excerpt as well. It sounds like a wonderful story. Thank you for sharing.
    Congrats on your new release, Jacob! I wish you much success.
    trb0917 at gmail dot com

  10. I’d never thought about the connection before, but your points make sense!

  11. Katherine says:

    I enjoyed both your 3 theories and the excerpt. I look forward to the whole book.

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