Wheaten Terrier (name's Tess), very excitable, can go from 0 to a buck 20 in a heartbeat and she can break about anything she wants (especially new tank stuff you're ooooing and awwwwing over that hasn't been wet yet). She caught the cord somehow dangling over the table and there it went banging across the room. By the time everything settled down, she was hiding in the other room, wife came out to see what the disaster was and found me holding a brand new level detector with a drooping bracket half hanging on.
Yes the top bracket with the screws. And thanks, that'd be very nice of you. I'm OCD enough that every time I open the cabinet the "not perfect bracket" catches my eye. You know how it is.