What do you call a pub that’s famous for its murders?

My first is what cars do when they fast and furiously race through corners. My second is preceded by fire, cedar or cherry. Combined we form a thing that aimlessly floats by.

I wait at your door but never leave. Everyone steps on me, yet I’m not offended. I catch dirt but never complain.

Some people call me Abominable. Yet ye have not even gotten to know me. My friend Frosty is just like me and would say I’m a swell fella.

Half a border, half a swine, Yet I am neither by design. Prickly coat but soft inside, I curl to a ball when I hide. What am I?