Poor Lost Puppy!

The other day, Paris was outside doing his business and I went out to see where he was. Well, he was stuck in the flowerbed and couldn't find his way out.
Then later that day I found him staring at the cabinets in the kitchen. I don't think he knew which room he was in so, again, he was "lost".
This is happening more frequently.
I think his eyesight is really gone and then he runs away from me when I come to get his squeaky squirrel. Go figure? Maybe he hears my foot steps.
Maybe he could use some glasses?

But sadly, I know they wouldn't help.