I think we should call it "Vet's Surgery(tm)"

Curiously enough, the Boxer we lost at Christmas used to march into the vets with a face that had a combination of; "Are any of the boys in", "Mine's a pint of Guinness" and "I hope you've got something nice and big to stick up my arse"(Maybe a Q-tips rectal thermometer?)

Of course, taking Tony's brainwave, something repulsive to dogs, cats, rats, pumas and Orang-Utans will probably smell, as well. I'm sure I read that they have a delicacy in Iceland, where they bury raw fish and dig it up and eat it weeks later, that should do it! - But would you still want to sit at your PC?