Answer:
I make a living following the wealthy and beautiful.
You throw me out when you use me and take me in when you are done. What am I?
I'm a word that's hardly there. Take away my start and I'm an herbal flair. What am I?
What goes through towns and over hills but never moves?
Weight in my belly trees on my back nails in my ribs feet I do lack.
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