I'm losing my mind!

We've now lost the 2nd window screen. I've been thinking "How are the kids going to play outback this summer with that "thing" out there." The minute you feel sorry for him and bring him in the house, he pees on your foot, or the couch or the bed or anything else. When he is out of food he will dig at the house, or he will dig at his dish or he will bang his dish against the house. When you again, feel sorry for him and go out to play with him, he mauls you over the minute you step outside. You try to pet him and he damn near bites your hand off. I know he's just a puppy and hes not trying to hurt anyone, hes just trying to play and he's just excited. But God...I'm loosing my mind! I will never again have anything but a little house dog. I hate that there is big piles of poop in the back yard. I hate that he is sooooo hyper if he comes in the house he has to be tied up on his leach. I hate that he has raised my blood pressure and my stress level. I hate feeling bad for leaving him outside when I don't want to deal with him. I hate worrying about weather on not his is going to rip the cable cords off the house next, hell, he's done everything else out there. He goes to the vet to get "fixed" on the 5th, that say that will calm him down. For the love of God, please let them be right!