Answer:
Everyone has me, but nobody can lose me. What am I?
I stink in living but when dead smells good.
I am an instrument capable of making numerous sound but cannot be touched or seen.
The more you look at me The less you see.
I am drawn by everyone without pen or pencil
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk