I feel for you. I had a bulldog that chewed the legs off my furniture, ate 14 pairs of shoes, refused to be housebroken, and many other charming things. I walked him, played with him, took him swimming every day, put him out on a runner so he could play, and the local brats tormented him into hating kids. Nothing helped for me. I finally gave him to a friend that was just crazy about him, had a farm, and a lot more patience than I had with his nonsense. He live a long, happy life on the farm, and I will never have another dog.
I love my kitties!
I love my kitties!