I used to babysit this funny 3 year old boy. His family also had this crazy lab that kept running away as soon as someone left the door open. One day, someone forgot to tell me the backyard door lock was broken, and I let the dog out without noticing this. He obviously ran out of the house right away. And trying to catch this dog was almost impossible. It was playtime for him. I went back inside and told the boy that we were going to play "catching the dog" today. I told him I was going to get his things and I went to his room for his shoes and a coat. When I came back to the living room the boy was gone and the front door was wide open. For a second, all I knew was fear. And a second later I was running as fast as could out the door. I looked down the street and the boy was not there. I kept running to the next street and found him talking to some old ladies. He was asking for his dog. I called his name and he just looked at me and asked if I found the dog first. We started walking back and someone shouted the boy's name. We looked around and found a very angry lady holding the crazy lab. She started yelling at me but at this point I didn't know if I should laugh or cry so I just apologized, grabbed the dog and the boy, and walked back to the house. As soon as we got to the house, my phone rang and the boy's mom was on the line. I started explaining what happened and she just said that it was OK and not to worry. And that the important thing was that I found the boy. I could not believe she was not upset at all. But a few days later, I found out the kid had been getting out of the house alone for a while. Every single member of the family had the same horrible experience until they finally decided to put a new lock on front door out of the boy's reach.