Answer:
I am the kind of dog that chases anything red.
When young, I am sweet in the sun. When middle-aged, I make you gay. When old, I am valued more than ever. What am I?
I am in truth a yellow fork from tables in the sky by inadvertent fingers dropped the awful cutlery. Of mansions never quite disclosed and never quite concealed the apparatus of the dark to ignorance revealed.
As a stone inside a tree, I’ll help your words outlive thee. But if you push me as I stand, the more I move the less I am.
I am a red drum which sounds without being touched, and grows silent, when touched. What am I?
Those with eyes bigger than their stomach will definitely leave the restaurant with one of them. It is named after a house pet as well.