In addition to being a celebrity, 75-year-old Arnold Schwarzenegger is also in charge of managing his home and caring for his pets. The actor also landed the part of grandfather.
Arnold Schwarzenegger’s estimated net worth in 2021 was $400 million, according to reports. Due to his fortune, he is able to reside in the Pacific Palisades region of Los Angeles, where he owns a mansion with views of the canyons and Pacific Ocean.
The “Terminator” actor and his family have been residing in the Mediterranean-style house for some time. Situated in one of the most elite gated neighborhoods in the city, the property encompasses over 2.5 acres.
When his five children, Joseph Baena, Katherine, Christina, Patrick, and Christopher Schwarzenegger, come to visit, the home can accommodate them all with its seven bedrooms and baths. There are more breathtaking details throughout the Golden Globe Award nominee’s home.
It features multiple living rooms, a private gym, a chef’s kitchen, entertainment spaces, and much more. The house features a large swimming pool with a spa, a duck pond, and a tennis court outside. Additionally, it has a private patio and balconies with views of the mountains and beach.
There is ample space on the estate for the actor to establish a stable in the back of the property with his pets, Whiskey the pony and Lulu the small donkey.
The “Predator” actor’s home also features entertaining areas and patio furniture. Pets are welcome in his backyard, where they are free to roam the spacious field.
Arnold opened his house to the public in 2020 while COVID-19 was on lockdown. That year, when the pandemic quarantine started, the actor posted a video of himself chilling out in the kitchen with Lulu and Whiskey. The vast green field was visible from his rear terrace. Rain or shine, the actor could enjoy the outdoors in his lounge area.
The “Total Recall” actor moved to a nearby location from the family home to be nearer to his kids following his divorce from Maria Shriver.
Even though Arnold was quite wealthy, he nevertheless managed many aspects of his household on his own. With his ex-wife, Mildred Baena, he had Joseph and Katherine, Christina, Patrick, and Christopher.
Arnold’s Typical Day-to-Day Activities
Arnold posted a picture of himself carrying a loaded trolley at a Walmart on Facebook in 2014. The actor described how he got an idea after going to the shop and noticing his Muscle Pharm Arnold Series items on the shelves.
He made the decision to issue a challenge to his followers: discover the product in the store, snap pictures, and send them to him. He would then upload the best ones.
Arnold had previously been seen shopping at the retail store. Just by being there, the former governor of California incited chaos at a Walmart in Albuquerque, New Mexico in 2011. While filming there, he tweeted that he had left around two in the morning to grab some nutritious snacks.
The actor reportedly published a snapshot of his check-in location and spent $300 on warm garments for his crew. He also expressed gratitude to the Walmart staff for their help.
Arnold revealed his morning ritual on “Jimmy Kimmel Live” in February 2022. He disclosed that he would up early, maybe at 5:45 or 6 a.m., in order to tend to his “complaining animals.”
He fed his animals for the first hour because Lulu would “scream” if she wasn’t attended to and let out of her stall. Before he returned the animals to their stables, they would run around on the grass.
In addition to Whiskey and Lulu, the actor owns a large dog named Dutch, who would howl for food and attack his toes if left unfed! The celebrity revealed in a comical way that his neighbors would be awakened by the commotion of the animals if he didn’t feed them!
Ironically, Whiskey and Lulu are welcome guests in the house, where he feeds them oatmeal cookies in the kitchen since Arnold finds the “farmer’s chores” enjoyable and soothing.
Even though the cookies were intended for horses, the actor offers them to the dogs when they become envious! Additionally, he admitted to Jimmy Kimmel that the cookies were so delicious that he ate them!
Arnold disclosed that guests may find the situation peculiar as the dogs would pounce on them and Lulu would run around the home! He recalled his cousin’s arrival just before Christmas in 2021, during which she was taken aback since she was unaware that his animals were staying at the house!
When Lulu shouted and raced inside the house demanding cookies, the cousin was taken aback. His shocked relative questioned why the animal was in the house and not the stable after the actor spoke to it calmly.
Katherine Schwarzenegger Pratt screamed out anytime Lyla was touched, according to Arnold Schwarzenegger, since she thought he was cradling the infant incorrectly.
The celebrity became wealthy not only from performing but also from modeling, politics, bodybuilding, and commercial ventures. But when he accepted certain people into his life, everything changed.
How Did Being a Grandfather Affect Arnold’s Life?
When Katherine and her husband, Chris Pratt, welcomed their second child, Eloise Christina, in 2022, Arnold became a grandfather twice over. The actor mentioned how simple it was to play the part and gave an explanation.
He would play with his oldest granddaughter, Lyla Maria, for an hour or two when she came to visit. After two hours of visiting, he put her on the horse, they played with the dog, and the child and her parents would depart!
The actor claimed to love their visits and to be very proud of his daughter, even though he believes Chris to be a wonderful man. Additionally, he enjoys spending time with his granddaughter, son-in-law, and daughter when they visit because:
“Every room in the house lights up when they arrive.”
The “Twins” actor claimed in 2021 that Lyla had paid him multiple visits at his Los Angeles residence. He thought the young girl would make an excellent horseback rider when she got to sit on Whiskey and Lulu.
He claimed that his daughter was the diaper changing specialist and that he had never changed his granddaughter’s. Arnold told how Katherine would get really uncomfortable anytime Lyla was touched because she thought he was holding the baby incorrectly, but he would counter that he had done it before and found the whole argument entertaining!
My Brother Left His Newborn Son in My Yard 27 Years Ago – Two Days Ago, He Returned and Blamed Me for It
Twenty-seven years ago, my brother left his newborn son on my doorstep, disappearing without a trace. Now, just as my nephew has become the successful man I always hoped he’d be, my brother has returned, and he’s blaming me for everything.
I’ll never forget that morning 27 years ago. I opened the door, and there he was — a tiny baby bundled in a blanket so thin it barely covered his little body. The fabric was worn and frayed, not nearly enough to keep him warm on that chilly morning. He was lying in a basket, his face red from crying, his fists clenched tight.
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The street was quiet — too quiet. Just the eerie silence of the neighborhood waking up. The only sound left was the baby’s soft whimpers, weak now from crying so much. This helpless child abandoned on my porch — my nephew. I knew it instantly. There was no doubt. My brother had done this.
I knew it, just like I knew he wouldn’t be coming back. Tommy. Always running from his problems, always disappearing when things got hard. He hadn’t been seen for weeks, and now, in the dead of night, he had left his son on my doorstep like an unwanted package.
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Carl was in the kitchen, making coffee when I stumbled back inside, still cradling the baby in my arms. I must have looked like a wreck because his face instantly changed when he saw me.
I could barely get the words out. “Tommy… he left him,” I said, my voice breaking. “He left his baby on our doorstep.”
Carl stared at me for a moment, processing what I had said. Then his gaze shifted to the baby, who had finally stopped crying but was still shivering in my arms. “Are you sure it’s his?” Carl asked though we both knew the answer.
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I nodded, tears starting to well up in my eyes. “He’s Tommy’s. I know it.”
Carl exhaled deeply, rubbing his temples. “We can’t keep him, Sarah. This isn’t our responsibility,” he said, his voice calm but firm, like he was trying to reason with me before I got too attached.
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“But look at him,” I pleaded, holding the baby up just a little higher as if Carl could somehow see the desperation in my nephew’s eyes the way I could. “He’s so small, and he’s cold. He needs us.”
There was a long, heavy silence. Carl looked at the baby again, then at me. I could see the conflict in his eyes — he was trying to be logical, trying to protect us from making a decision that could change everything.
But I also knew he had a soft heart. He had always been that way, even when he tried to hide it.
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We didn’t argue. We didn’t talk about it much more that day. We just did what needed to be done. We kept him. We fed him, bathed him, and found clothes that would fit him. And when the sun went down that night, we rocked him to sleep in our arms.
That was 27 years ago.
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Two days ago, he came over for dinner. He was in town for work and decided to stop by. As Michael and I sat down to dinner, I watched him closely, the way his posture was always straight, his manner of speaking careful and measured.
He was every bit the successful lawyer now. He’d just come from a case in Manhattan and told me about the long hours, the meetings, the deals he was closing. His eyes lit up when he talked about his work, and I couldn’t help but feel proud.
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But there was a space between us, always had been. Even as we sat together at the table, sharing a meal, I could feel the distance. I had raised him and sacrificed so much, but there was a line he never crossed.
He respected me and was polite, but the love — the real love a child has for their mother — was never there. I felt it in the way he never called me “Mom,” and how he was quick to offer thanks but never affection.
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“So, how long are you staying in town?” I asked, trying to keep the conversation light.
“Just a few days,” he said, cutting into his steak. “Got a lot on my plate right now. Big case coming up next month.”
I nodded, forcing a smile. “Well, we’re glad to have you here. Your dad and I—”
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Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. It was loud, almost urgent, pulling me out of my thoughts. Carl looked up from his seat, and Michael raised an eyebrow, confused. “Are you expecting someone?”
I shook my head, feeling a strange pit form in my stomach. “No, I’m not.”
I stood up, wiped my hands on the kitchen towel, and walked to the door. When I opened it, my heart nearly stopped.
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It was Tommy. After 27 years, my brother stood there, looking older, thinner, and worn down by life. His hair was gray, his face gaunt. He smelled like he hadn’t bathed in days, and his clothes were dirty and tattered.
“Sis,” he said, his voice rough. “It’s been a long time.”
I couldn’t speak. I just stared at him, the memories rushing back. The morning I found his baby on my doorstep, the years of wondering if he would ever come back. And now here he was, like a ghost from the past.
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Michael stepped closer, his face puzzled. “Who is this?” he asked.
My throat tightened. “This… this is your father,” I finally said.
Michael’s eyes widened, and he turned to Tommy. “You’re my father?”
Tommy stepped forward, his voice growing louder. “Yeah, I’m your dad. I had no choice, son! I had to leave you, or you would’ve died. It’s all her fault!” He jabbed his finger in my direction.
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I felt my knees weaken. “Tommy, what are you talking about?” I stammered. “I raised him. I did what you couldn’t.”
Tommy’s face twisted with anger. “You never gave me the money I sent for his treatment! I trusted you to help, and you took everything from me. I was left with nothing!”
Michael looked between us, his expression hardening. “Is this true?” he asked, his voice low.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Michael, no, he’s lying! He never sent me money. He left you with me, and he disappeared!”
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Tommy’s voice rose. “I was trying to get back on my feet! I was working, trying to send money, but she kept it all for herself. She ruined me!”
Michael’s hands balled into fists. “Is that why you left me? Because you were trying to send money?”
Tommy nodded, his eyes wild. “I had no choice, son! I had to go. But I came back for you now. I came back to fix things.”
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I felt the room spinning. My worst fear was playing out — losing Michael to the lies of a man who had abandoned him so long ago. “Michael, please,” I whispered. “You know me. You know I would never do that.”
For a moment, Michael was silent. Then he turned to Tommy, his voice calm but firm. “No,” he said. “I don’t believe you.”
Tommy blinked, stunned. “What?”
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“I don’t believe you,” Michael repeated, his voice louder now. “You didn’t send money. You didn’t try to come back. You left me on her doorstep, and she raised me. She’s the only mother I’ve ever known.”
Tommy’s face crumpled. “But I’m your father—”
“You’re not my father,” Michael interrupted, his voice steady. “You’re just a man who gave up on me. She never did.”
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Tommy stood there, speechless, as if the wind had been knocked out of him. He opened his mouth to speak but said nothing.
“You need to leave,” Michael said, his voice cold. “There’s no place for you here.”
Tommy’s shoulders slumped, and without another word, he turned and walked away. The door closed behind him, and the house fell silent.
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I stood there, still trembling, unsure of what had just happened. Michael turned to me, his eyes softening for the first time in years.
“You’re my real mother,” he said, his voice quiet. “I’m sorry I never said it before, but you are. And I’m grateful for everything you’ve done. I wouldn’t be where I am today without you.”
Tears welled up in my eyes as I reached out and hugged him, holding on tight. It was something I never thought I’d hear.
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After a long moment, Michael pulled back, a small smile on his face. “I have one more thing to tell you.”
“What is it?” I asked, wiping my tears.
He took a deep breath. “I bought a house near the ocean. It’s yours and Dad’s. I want you both to live there, to have something for yourselves. I’m covering everything.”
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I stared at him, my heart swelling. “You… you did that for us?”
Michael nodded. “It’s the least I could do.”
And for the first time in a long time, I felt like I had truly found my son.
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