This makes perfect sense to me, but I seem to be the only one.
It’s a wild claw-foot bathtub, gazing at the full moon.
Haven’t you ever wondered where claw-foot bathtubs came from before they were domesticated for our bathrooms; their legs bread to stubbiness like the poor sausage-dog?

I made the bathtub out of clay after a series of dreams I had about travelling in a winged claw-foot bathtub. I intended to make wings for the poor dear, but it just didn’t happen. Then one day in a flash of inspiration, I set it free…