Answer:
My days are numbered.
I am black of eye and bright of hair. I fast into the ground and follow my lord as he races around the world. What am I?
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: My diet is forever good I drink no cider port nor sack what Providence doth send for food I neither buy nor sell nor lack.
What kind of dog keeps the best time?
I am enjoyed with a pot and some pointy sticks.
Black we are and much admired. Many seek us if they are tired. We tire the horse, and comfort man, and turn White when we've fulfilled your plan.