At an autumn weekend my family and I went to the country and took Bobik. Bobik is my dog, we took him 3 weeks ago from a shelter. When we arrived to the river by the town the weather was wonderful. We put up the tent and found an old fishermen raft and cooked dinner at the stake. By evening, the sky got covered with clouds. And at night there was a thunderstorm. Bobik got scared of thunder and ran out of the tent. I tried to catch him, but the rain was too strong and nothing could be seen. I was worried about Bobik. In the morning we looked for him, but we could not find him for a long time. But then we saw him, he was sitting on the raft that had been washed ashore. I was very happy that he had been found.