Gee, doesn't he look a little lost? Like maybe he doesn't know where he's going?
That's because he didn't. I know because he was me, and I was totally blind in that 110 degree costume, and the little plastic straps that should have held the head over my head comfortably let go when a largish child hurled herself onto my lap before I'd even managed to arrange my tail comfortably.
That tragedy caused the straps to curl inward, and as they were at eye level, I spent the remainder of my hours as Biscuit the dog trying to prevent my eyes from being gouged out by the costume.