A pair of gloves.
I do not have fingers, but I have a ring.
Dogs bark when they hear me ding.
I introduce visitors, though not by their names.
Naughty little children push me in their games.
What am I?
I am an eight letter word
I do not have a good meaning,
but when my first three letters are removed,
I become a known person in the society.
Who am I?
I live above a star, but I do not burn.
I have 11 friends, but they do not turn.
I am visited in sequence: never, once, or repeatedly.
My initials are PQRS.
Now tell me, what do I mean?