Answer:
I encourage people to run home and steal
I am the kind of dog that chases anything red.
I am so delicate that even mentioning me breaks me. What am I?
It's in your hand though you can not feel it. Only you and time can reveal it.
I am the place to turn when nature calls.
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.