A Norse Legend Re-visited

Each morning I walk along this particalar stretch of shore on my way to a sketching point. This beach is away from the tourist honeypots and is consequently undeveloped. Indeed it is backed by industry, a container depot, and a brewery among other things. On the way to this beach I pass through a waggon yard and past a couple of Greek orthodox shrines. Definitetly not part of the tourist zone.
There are a couple of stray dogs that quietly go about their business of scavenging. One thing that is noticeable is that one dog is both blind and has no sense of smell. The other has these faculties but is lame, it limps along as best it can. But they help each other out.
They remind me that even in this sun drenched paradise, suffering exists. These two dogs must at some time have been more able bodied but now they struggle on somehow yet seem quite undismayed.
What is just as remarkable is that when I show up they fall in behind me and walk part of the way as if they were my own pets then at some point determined by them, they go on their way and leave me to do some drawing. A strange affinity forms when we're together.
Thought and Memory. The two wolves, - sometimes ravens, - that accompanied Odin the Wanderer. Thought and memory complement each other. Thought is short and memory long.Odin was worshipped by the Norsemen (Vikings) as the Allfather. This religion died out over a thousand years ago leaving Odin to wander through the legendary "fading" until the final battle, Ragnarok. The final showdown between good and evil.
So here I am, wandering along a beach like aome latter day Odin with a somewhat enfeebled pair of dogs dubbed "Thought and Memory."
If the real Odin is still around, he must be getting on bit by now and his two wolves/ravens must be getting a bit like these two dogs.
Rather strange that my wanderings on a Mediterranean island has me thinking of a legend from a more northerly land and distant past. But there you have it.