I come in many colors, some are blue and white. While some people annoy me, I am not much for the fight. I live where people rarely tread, but you will find me close to bed. What am I?
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?
Though desert men once called me God, today men call me mad. For I wag my tail when I am angry. And growl when I am glad.
When I'm metal or wood, I help you get home. When I'm flesh and I'm blood. In the darkness I roam.
What build its house with earthen string and ensnares its prey with a biting sting?
Break it and it gets better, immediately set and harder to break again.