Dog Vore!!!

Yesterday you came very late at night and your mother was angry with you. She told you to go to bed immediately, and tomorrow you will talk to her about your behavior. You couldn't sleep after that and lay on your bed, thinking how to apologize to your mother, but after two hours sleep took its toll.

Today you woke up and went to the kitchen, where your mother is now rattling and cooking, something there. You have a dog of the breed "Boxer" named Wolfhound, who was at his bowl and gnawed a large bone. Your mother was sitting at the table and tapping her fingers on the table, her left hand is under the table and she is holding something in it when you entered there. When you entered, you immediately started saying "I'm sorry, Mom for...", but they didn't let you finish the apology. "No need to apologize. Sit down at the table, young man. Now we will talk about your behavior and please don't interrupt me." You looked down, walked over to the table and sat down on a chair. "Lift up your eyes so that they look at me." You also obediently performed this action. Now you were facing each other in the eyes from different sides of the table. There was a moment of deathly silence, after which your mother began to count the anotation:
- I gave birth to you, then raised you with tenderness, washed your dirty ass as a child, dressed you, I did everything to make you live well. And now I notice that I did it in vain, instead of gratitude I get only disappointment in you. All the time What problems at school, at home, etc.!
Yesterday's event was a drop of my patience, now you are almost an adult, you are 17 years old, so you are responsible for your actions, you will be punished."
At this moment, she sticks out her left hand and you see what is in it, what kind of pistol-like device, in these seconds you begin to worry about your life. This device looks just like a regular gun. "You... you * stuttering* you really don't want to kill me?!".
"Kill?! Hmm, no. It's easy to kill, and this gun does a much worse thing."- "he reduces objects or increases them in any size you want, and of course it's not me who will punish, but our dog."
"No, it's crazy. It's impossible."

"Okay, enough talking, it's time to punish the tomboy."
Your mother picks up the gun and points its muzzle in your direction, after which the trigger is pulled and a squeak is heard, after which your surroundings light up in a bright, white color, after which you lose consciousness. A minute later you wake up, held between the fingers of your mother, who looks at you curiously. She turns you to face her: "Yes, it worked out."
You started kicking and screaming "what? ! no! Let me go! Give me back my height, I will listen to you. ".
"It's not just like that, young man, you should have thought earlier, and now you will suffer your punishment in the paws of your pet. And of course I want to warn you that this ray gun gives you strength and resistance to various acids and deformations, so if you are eaten, you will survive, but you will still feel pain, or maybe it's all a lie and there is no protection, but it doesn't matter. Tomorrow we will find out when I will clean the dog dermo from the lawn of the yard."..

Let's decide what gender is your family dog?