When he was an old dog, Roly asked my mother to write down the stories of his life. It wasn't that he could speak like some cartoon animal. It was that my mother could understand exactly what he was saying. As Roly himself put it "They say we dogs are telepathic. I don't know anything about that but one day, how wonderful, Sylvia came to visit my family in Africa and I knew right away that I would be able to tell her my stories. So I did! And here they are!" Roly was a wire haired terrier who was born and adventured in a remote area of Zambia. He and his many dog friends explored a surrounding bush filled with wild animals, from crocodiles to cheetah, from lions to warthogs. They survived by working together, a group of quite disparate friends. But their adventures went far beyond the wilds because they lived in a small and often eccentric community. Black Africans. White Africans. And the leftovers of the former colonial regime. With the exception of one or two of these leftovers, everyone - dogs and humans - loved their lives and their homes and these stories are filled with humour and affection. As Roly and his dog friends live their lives to the full, they learn about each others' foibles and how every one of them has a different talent or a different story to contribute. They tolerate, too, the eccentricities and strange behaviour of the humans around them. Roly tells his stories simply and with remarkable understanding and empathy. He's a brave little dog who makes light of his permanently damage leg and is also up for an other outing, another adventure.