I grew up in a small town and there was a woman whose husband was an awful drunk and would beat her horrifically. She had these dogs that were always kenneled, and horribly mean and she would spend a majority of her time with them. One day she came to my grandmothers house and was really badly beaten. The next day her husband went missing. After a while no one missed him and it was just considered he left her and she was better off. Town people could care less where he went. Eventually she confessed that she k**led him and fed him to her dogs.