Answer:
I belong to you but others use me more often than you do
What can be drawn but never taken?
What gets wetter as it dries?
I direct you from outer space.
I love to twist and dance. Though wingless I fly high up into the sky.
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