He was as soft as butter when it came to animals. He always had been. He’d stop someone treading on a bug by telling them, ‘Hey don’t kill the little fella. That’s a pal of mine.’ He was upset when I had one of our houseboys kill a rattlesnake up at Pinyon Crest after I found it hissing at Miss Wiggles. When we visited a friend in Acapulco who had a pet shark, Frank persuaded him to release it into the ocean.