Far from the noise of box office numbers and political headlines, Arnold’s days now begin not with studio calls, but with the soft thud of hooves on stone. His Mediterranean-style estate, once a symbol of power and success, has softened into something else: a sanctuary. Heather Milligan shares the space, but it’s the animals who rule it—Whiskey the miniature horse, Lulu the donkey, a demanding pig, and an entourage of dogs who trail Arnold from kitchen to garden like a living shadow.

He moves through his routines with the discipline that once built his body and career, now redirected into care. Oatmeal cookies for the horses, soup for the pig, treats for the dogs, time carved out for quiet chess in the sun. His children drift in and out, the house expanding effortlessly to hold them all. The man who once defined strength through muscle and ambition now seems to define it through tenderness, presence, and the simple, unwavering act of showing up—every single day—for the creatures who depend on him.