Answer:
Though it be cold, I wear no clothes. The frost and snow I never fear. I value neither shoes nor hose and yet I wander far and near. What am I?
I am pinched by grandmas
What is it that after you take away the whole some still remains?
I have a frame but no pictures. I have poles but not standing up. What am I?
Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies I scream in celebration Yet moments later my outburst through I am naught but imagination.
What scientists might call your pooch.