Answer:
What runs around all day. Then lies under the bed. With its tongue hanging out?
Both punishment and sweet reward, It will befall both fool and lord. It is a spiritual scoreboard, Your every deed it does record.
White fat and fluffy, May even look like a puppy. Seems heavy but is light, Floats about without a worry, But if it turns dark you have to hurry!
A shimmering field that reaches far. Yet it has no tracks, And is crossed without paths.
Blend a teapot shot so the pearlies wonβt rot!
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?