When you combine the name of city in Ireland and the precursor to driver, you get my name. What am I?

I speak without a mouth and hear with no ears. I have no body, but I come alive with wind. I disappear the moment you try to hold me? What am I?

I hold all kinds of liquid. Change my first to: M to pour liquid in, and drink from. R for a floor covering you don't want to spill on.

I sit and lie dormant prepared to burn. A knife in my gut, an explosion returned. Jam what is popped, my tail to the wall. Butter, jelly or cinnamon? Why not try them all?

I wear a sheepish grin, but my bark's a howl, for dinner plans, I cleverly prowl. What am I?