Answer:
I am the kind of dog that chases anything red.
Without a bridle, or a saddle, across a thing I ride a-straddle. And those I ride, by help of me, though almost blind, are made to see. What am I?
They come out at night without being called. They are lost in the day without being stolen. What are they?
I am one with eight to spare, lest I lose my one. I'm not a number. What am I?
I am a small paradise surrounded by dryness and heat. What am I?
What gets broken without being hold?