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 Stepdaughter Gifted Me a Car for My 55th Birthday – When I Opened the Glove Compartment, I Went Pale
A car from my stepdaughter Emily was the last thing I expected on my 55th birthday, especially considering our history. She handed me the keys, and I thought that was it. But then she mentioned another gift hidden in the glove compartment. What I found there changed our relationship forever.
I’ve always said that being a stepmom is like walking a tightrope. You’re trying to balance between being a parent and not overstepping. Between loving unconditionally and respecting boundaries.
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For me, that tightrope has been my life for the past ten years with my stepdaughter, Emily.
I met her father, David, at my workplace. I was new there and he helped me with a lot of things. We instantly became friends.
Now that I look back at it, I feel like fate had given me my new job so I could meet David. We had so many things in common, and it took us only about a few months to start dating.
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David told me everything about his life. He had lost his wife about a year before we met, and his life revolved around his little girl, Emily. He loved her to pieces.
As our relationship grew stronger, I couldn’t help but wonder about our future.
One evening, as we sat on his porch swing after dinner, I decided to broach the subject.
“David,” I said, my heart racing, “where do you see this going? Us, I mean.”
He turned to me. “Monica, I love you. I want to spend my life with you. But…”
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“But what?” I prompted gently.
“I want to marry you, but I’m worried about Emily. I don’t know how she’d react to having a stepmom.”
I reached out and took his hand. “David, it’s going to be fine. My meetings with Emily have always gone well. She’s a sweet girl.”
“You’re right,” he said as he smiled. “Emily does seem to like you. She always asks when you’re coming over next.”
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“See?” I squeezed his hand. “We’ll take it one step at a time. Emily and I will find our way.”
“You’re right. We’ll make this work. Together.”
When I married David, I knew I was stepping into a complicated situation. Emily was just 12, still raw from losing her mom two years earlier. I knew it would be difficult for her to accept me as her stepmother, but I thought things would get better.
I was wrong.
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I remember the first time I met her. I remember how her big brown eyes looked up at me with concern.
“Hi Emily,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I’m Monica. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Hi,” she mumbled, before quickly excusing herself to her room.
That moment set the tone for our relationship. I tried my best to be there for her, but Emily always seemed to keep me at arm’s length.
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It wasn’t that she was mean or disrespectful. No, it was more subtle than that. She was polite but distant, like a guest in her own home.
I remember her 13th birthday. I’d spent hours decorating the house and baking her favorite chocolate cake. When Emily came home from school, her eyes widened at the sight.
“Wow,” she’d said, a small smile playing on her lips. “This looks great. Thanks, Monica.”
It was a nice moment, but there was still that invisible barrier.
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She didn’t hug me or show much excitement. It was like she was holding back, afraid to let herself get too close.
Despite the challenges, David and I had a good relationship. He was patient and always encouraged me to keep trying with Emily.
We were happy. So happy. But then, five years ago, my world turned upside down.
David was killed in a car accident, leaving Emily and me alone.
I still remember that awful day.
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I was sitting in the living room with Emily, and both of us were shocked.
“What do we do now?” Emily asked in a trembling voice.
I reached out and took her hand.
“We stick together,” I said. “We’re a family and we’ll get through this together, okay?”
She nodded and squeezed my hand tightly. It was the closest we’d ever been, united in our grief.
After David’s death, it was just Emily and me. We were the only family for each other.
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I never wanted to replace her mom. I just wanted to be someone she could rely on.
But no matter how many birthdays or milestones we celebrated together, I couldn’t shake the feeling that she merely tolerated me. It was like there was an invisible barrier between us that I couldn’t break through.
As Emily grew up, she became more independent and spent a lot of time away from home. She eventually got a great job in marketing and was doing well for herself.
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I was proud of her accomplishments but also worried about the emotional distance that seemed to have grown even wider between us.
I’d always imagined we’d have a loving relationship, but instead, our interactions felt transactional.
There were times when Emily would barely acknowledge my existence at family gatherings, and her silence felt like a constant reminder that I was an outsider in her life.
Last Thanksgiving made me realize she didn’t value my presence at all.
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My sister and her family had come over, and Emily had arrived late. She just gave a quick hello before immersing herself in conversation with her cousins.
My sister pulled me aside when she noticed this.
“Everything okay with you and Emily?” she asked.
“Oh, you know how kids are,” I forced a smile. “She’s just busy with work and her own life.”
But inside, my heart was breaking.
I wanted so badly to be close to her, to have the kind of relationship where we could talk about anything and everything.
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Fast forward to last week, just before my 55th birthday.
Emily called me and said she wanted to take me out for a special birthday dinner. I was touched. Usually, she only sent me a card and flowers, but this felt different.
I wondered if this was finally a sign that she was starting to see me as more than just her dad’s second wife.
She picked me up in a sleek red convertible.
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At first, I thought she was just picking me up in a rental, but then she stepped out, handed me the keys, and said, “Happy birthday. This is for you.”
Her voice was flat, almost mechanical. It seemed like she was fulfilling an obligation rather than giving a genuine gift.
I tried to muster a smile and said, “Thank you, Emily. This is so generous of you.”
Then, we went for dinner.
I thought it would be an opportunity for us to bond, but our conversation felt forced and awkward.
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At that point, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the car was a way for Emily to buy her way out of guilt or some sense of duty she felt toward me.
Was this her way of finally cutting ties? Was this a goodbye gift?
On the drive home, I was consumed by these thoughts. My heart ached at the possibility that Emily had only ever seen me as a temporary figure in her life.
As we parked in the driveway, Emily mentioned there was something in the glove compartment for me.
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“It’s a part of your gift,” she said.
My hands trembled as I opened it and found a small stack of papers inside.
As I pulled them out, my heart skipped a beat. They were drawings — childhood drawings that Emily had made years ago. I went pale.
The drawings were simple and sweet, depicting our little family. I recognized myself in them, always drawn with a big smile. The stick-figure version of me was labeled “Mom.”
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Each drawing showed us together, doing mundane things like baking or gardening, and they all had the same caption: “Mom and Me.”
Tears welled up in my eyes as the realization hit me.
All those years, I thought I was just a stepmom, someone Emily tolerated. But these drawings were proof that she saw me as her mom. That she loved me all along.
“Emily, these drawings… I don’t know what to say.”
“I’ve always loved you, Mom,” she said.
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“I just didn’t know how to say it. It felt like I was betraying my birth mom if I called you ‘Mom,’ too. But you’ve been there for me through everything, and I want you to know that I see you as my mom. I always have.”
I was speechless. The tears came then, and we hugged each other tightly, both of us crying and laughing at the same time. All the years of uncertainty, all the walls between us, seemed to crumble in an instant.
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We spent the rest of the evening talking about everything. Her fears, my doubts, and all the moments we had shared that meant more to each of us than the other realized.
It was like a weight had been lifted, and for the first time, I truly felt like Emily’s mom.
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