Answer:
I am the kind of dog that chases anything red. What am I?
You can always find me in the past. I am created in the present, but the future can not change me. What am I?
I row quickly with four oars but never comes out from under my own roof.
Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as my flesh, but my heart is made of stone. What am I?
I drive men mad for love of me, easily beaten, never free. What am I?
I stay where I am when I go off. What am I?