I call this "The Yoga Bowl" even though real yoga enthusiasts would point out that it's more like a slight stretch in one direction. That's my yoga, okay?
This is by my father's entryway at their beach house, and I have to admit, I seriously contemplated sticking it in my trunk, covering it with everything I could find, and breaking the glass to stage a robbery. And the only think that stopped me was thinking how its name would have to change from "The Yoga Bowl" to "The Dog Bowl." (If you know what I'm saying.....)