For me, random public fursuiting is all about the public interaction.
Sure, you get the same 20 questions over and over, but it's
still darn fun to watch people's faces as they chat with a giant dog.

Sometimes, the moment turns absolutely golden.

Rambling around Main Street late one Sunday, I suddenly became
aware of these two gentlemen approaching at a frightening clip.
I barked out a greeting and gave them the happy paws. They
stopped in their tracks, unsure of their next move.

"Are you a...a...furry?" One of them asked.
"Yes, you bet!" I replied enthusiastically.
They looked at one another with wide eyes and wider smiles.
"I'm happy that you've heard of us, how do you know about
furry?" I continued.

Turns out they had seen something on MTV about furs, and they
had been dying to meet one ever since.

And gosh, did they have questions!
We talked for a good long while. Their queries were thoughtful and
respectful, and I felt proud to share what I knew about this wonderful
fandom. They were really interested in the specific logistics of fursuiting,
everything from designing the suit to what kind of undergarments to
wear.

I let them try on the handpaws. They admired the claws and squeaked
the squeaker and then one turned to the other and said
"This is the best thing EVER!"

They're almost right. The best thing ever to is to bring a smile
and some excitement to an otherwise routine afternoon.

The budding furries went on their way, armed with the newfound
knowledge that furries do exist in the real world.

I continued my stroll, a huge smile on my canine face, feeling
better than ever about this gig.

Maybe those two ladies at the bar want to have a beer with a talking
dog. Maybe I'll find more humans to educate. Maybe I'll make
a child smile and hide behind mom's legs. Whatever awaits, I'm
ready for more.

Maybe I should carry a spare fursuit for people to try on?