These are Falafel's dog bowls. Two years ago a friend recommended elevating Falafel's bowls to reduce strain on her aged neck. It was meant to be a temporary fix, until I could find an arrangement that didn't involve the Rubbermaid storage tub Mr Wrath stained while brining a turkey.
I spent -- I kid you not -- 6 hours on-line one day looking at various makes and models of elevated canine feeding stations. Most of the options were just as UGLY as our temporary fix and way more costly than the one we finally settled on:
(Of course, Falafel doesn't know how to read, so the labels on the bowls are meaningless to her)
Awesome side benefit: it is Osiris Spock-proof.
Now if only I can find a quick and attractive solution to the deck railing that surrounds our stairwell.