Answer:
I am the kind of dog that chases anything red.
Take it and you will lose or gain more than the others.
I am full of holes but still hold water. What am I?
You may enter, but you may not come in. I have space, but no room, I have keys, but open no lock. What am I?
Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as my flesh but my heart is made of stone.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?