Not long ago, I was a PI. A family had several dogs they would keep out in a fenced pen every so often. Usually when guests were visiting. On one such occasion, the owners went to let the dogs out in the morning and they were nowhere to be seen. There was a large hole under the fence of the pen and there was an obvious struggle. I was a friend of a friend of a friend of my wife in this instance so I did not know these people. They had called the police as they suspected someone had stolen their dogs. Their dogs were purebred Yorkshire Terriers so that theory fit at least a little bit.
In the fastest occurrence ever of being able to contact the friend of a friend of a friend's husband, they wanted a second opinion from me because I was a PI and a little bit "neck" as my wife articulated to me during the investigation. I arrived a few hours after the police left. I came to the same conclusion as the cops. (Who apparently were sufficiently "neck" to identify hog tracks). The dogs had been attacked by feral hogs and were most likely being digested in them at the current time.
Fast forward a few days later and something similar happened to another family a mile away. They happened to know the first family and once again wanted me to give my opinion on yet another dognapping. They had not called the cops because they thought it must be hogs since their friends had that happen a few days ago. A bunch of hungry rogue hogs I guess. Well I showed up. Even though I am a Michigander, I assimilate quite well into southern culture and I know alligator tracks when I see them. I contacted the local game warden who contacted the local critter gitter who apparently was "neck" enough to track the alligator back to its pond which was only a hundred or so yards away and killed it. They did a necropsy and found the dog's collar in the stomach of that gator.
Sometimes I miss being a PI.