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Lewis Hamilton speaks to Will Buxton at the 2019 Singapore Grand Prix.

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life is worth living for real, guys

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Like Lewis Hamilton, His Dog, Roscoe, Was Destined To Be A Champion

Like Lewis Hamilton, his bulldog, Roscoe, was destined to be a champion. For the Formula 1 driver, being a dog parent was always part of the plan. Hamilton grew up splitting time between his divorced parents' homes in Stevenage, England, and during weekends spent at his father's house he would count down the minutes until he could return to his beloved retriever, Goldie, who lived with his mother. Hamilton describes the day Goldie died as the saddest day of his life. Luckily for Hamilton, his days soon got busier. Two years later, at just eight years old, he got into the business of racing, starting with go-karting, then Formula 3 and GP2, before reaching the pinnacle of the sport: Formula 1. Hamilton's young racing life kept him traveling around the world, but whenever he returned home he was welcomed by his parents' pets, including many English sheepdogs. One day he decided he was ready to be a dog dad. "I remember telling my family that I wanted to get a dog," explains Hamilton over Zoom. "But my family told me, 'You wouldn't be able to look after a dog,' and I hate when people say I can't do something. I like to prove them wrong."

Hamilton took that resolve to the internet, where he began his search. When looking for his perfect dog, he had a few requirements: For one, a small- to medium-size dog was essential, as the racing pro is on the road traveling from one grand prix to the next for much of the year. Second on the checklist was a strong dog, ideally a boxer. This led him to bulldogs, which Hamilton describes simply as "the coolest dogs ever." "I scanned through probably a thousand dogs and looked through all these documents," he recalls nostalgically. He was searching for the best pedigrees because, well, a champion race-car driver should only have a champion dog. Roscoe's dad was a Spanish champion and his mother was an Irish champion. It was also love at first sight: He took one look at the young puppy and knew Roscoe was the one. For Lewis, becoming a dog dad has changed his life. Parenting came naturally to him, so much so that he adopted another bully named Coco (who sadly passed away in 2020 from an unexpected heart attack). With his dogs, Hamilton found constant partners. These days Roscoe goes wherever Hamilton goes, and the bulldog has even acquired the same tastes as his dad. "He likes fancy, fancy sneakers," the driver explains. "He picks up my Dior trainers and always takes them with him. He’s so bougie." Roscoe's even acquired some human-like traits, like sleeping on his back and only being able to go to the toilet on "good grass" and in utter privacy.

Over the years, the twelve-year-old bulldog has even become a star like Hamilton himself. Like any proud parent, Hamilton boasts about Roscoe's talents (which include a Hollywood star-level filmography). Most recently, the bulldog was featured and credited in F1: The Movie, starring alongside his dad, and has even dabbled in the world of brand ambassadorships for a vegan dog food brand. When auditioning for commercials, nine times out of ten Roscoe gets picked and brings in a hefty paycheck, himself. Today, the celebrity dog is the cover star of Dogue, which comes just a few months after his dad graced the cover of Vogue. It's been a big year for the Hamilton family, and we can only imagine what the duo might accomplish next. Below, Lewis and Roscoe answer the Dogue questionnaire.

Vogue: What is your dog’s best quality? Lewis: Best quality? I think it’s his temperament, honestly. He is the kindest; such a sweetheart. Anyone can approach him from anywhere. He has never attacked anyone, ever. He's super, super easy. He doesn't go crazy around other dogs. He's just probably the most mellow dog there is, really, until he sees a bowling ball or football. Who would voice your dog in a movie? Well, I would, unless I can find someone else. He's got an underbite because he's a bulldog. If you look on his Instagram, you'll see I always put S's after the words because he's definitely got a lisp, so I would have to find someone who could do a lisp to voice Roscoe. Until then, that person would be me. [Editor's note: Hamilton imitated Roscoe when describing this.] Describe the voice you use to talk to your dog. When I talk to him, I always talk with a lisp. I talk like how I imagine he's talking back to me. What is your dog's weirdest nickname, and how did you come up with it? I've never known a dog to have a nickname. We don't have a nickname for him. He's a classy dog.

Where is one place you wish you could take your dog? I would love to take him surfing in Hawaii, but he hates water. He's been terrified of water since he was a pup. Coco would run for waves, and he runs away from the waves. I don't know if he's had a past life, but he's such a wuss when it comes to water. But the funniest thing is, when I wash him in the shower and tell him to come in, he puts his head down as if he's in trouble and walks in all sad, tries to give you the guilt, like a kid would give you. But then we wash him and he's so happy and starts rolling around. He's having the best time. So he hates the idea of having a wash but loves it afterward. Where is the strangest place you've taken your dog? I don’t know if it's strange, but I went to the movies with him a couple of times. The first time I went was to watch Guardians of the Galaxy. It was just him and me. It was 3D and he sat on the chair next to me and I put 3D glasses on him, and he sat there watching it for five minutes and I just couldn't stop laughing. I couldnt focus on the movie. He's just sitting there, he's watching. You could tell he is so confused. And then he passed out on the chair and he was snoring the whole movie. And everyone in the theater was laughing because you could hear him snoring loud. If you could tell your dog one thing, what would it be? So here’s a funny story: His trainer took him to see a medium, and she sent me a voice note of this whole story that this medium told. He said that all Roscoe wants is some bacon because he's been plant-based for seven years. So I would say, 'I'm really sorry that I'm not giving you any bacon.' What is the most human thing your dog does? Farts. He farts a lot. Well, not a lot. I would say when we're in the mountains or high up, it happens to all of us. Or he sleeps on his back. He sleeps on my bed, and he is literally on his back like a spring chicken, like a turkey, and I have to kick him out in the middle of the night because he is snoring so much. It is like your best friend snoring. You have to kick him like, 'Hey, stop snoring,' and he stops for a second and then goes back into it. What is the most dog thing your dog does? He loves rolling around in the mud.

What is your full name? Roscoe Carl Davidson Hamilton Astrological sign? Scorpio Favorite toy? Squeaky balls. I go nuts over a ball, but I especially love bowling balls and footballs. I have a little bit of that bull trait in me, and I won't stop until I pass out when I have a ball. Favorite meal? Breakfast on Christmas morning, watermelon, and pineapple. I love pancakes like my dad, and our favorite flavor is blueberry. And clearly bacon, but I haven't had it in a long time. Worst habit? My dad has to wear earplugs because I snore and shake the bed. He tells me it's cute, though. Strangest habit? I pick up my dad's bougiest trainers (I love his Dior ones in particular), and I love to put my head down on them. I never, ever chew the shoes because I am not that kind of dog but just like to rest my head on shoes. I also only poo on grass, but good grass, and only when no one is watching. I can't have my dad standing next to me when I poop.

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"DOGUE COVER. Casual’s Tuesday’s for me’s 🤷🏾‍♂️" - august 19, 2025 📷 @.roscoelovescoco / instagram

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all I see… is what I should be

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LEWIS HAMILTON receiving the LAUREUS WORLD SPORTSMAN OF THE YEAR award in 2019

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Bruins vs Leafs. game 7

5.5.2024

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next top model: mack and will edition

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some of my favorite mitch in-game hair moments compiled

+ bonus

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oscar + ���

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my favourite picture from now on

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How do famous names spend their precious downtime? In our weekly My Saturday column, celebrities reveal their weekend virtues and vices. This week: George Russell

9am 

The first thing I do is jump in cold water. I live on the coast in Monaco so I’ll go down in the lift from my flat and get straight in the sea, or into the ice bath at home. I have to pinch myself that I live here. I left school young so my friends are from the racing world, as well as athletes like tennis players and cyclists, who live here, too. To be in the top 20 of any sport requires huge discipline and sacrifice, so it’s good to have like-minded people around you.

10am 

I never train on an empty stomach. Breakfast is overnight oats, berries and banana with yogurt, then avocado toast with ham or turkey. If it’s not an intense day of training, I’ll go for a cappuccino; if it is, an espresso.

11am 

A two-hour strength session. The most unusual workout routine racing drivers have to do is train our necks. We’re strapped into the race car over our shoulders, our laps and through our crotch, so we’ve got a six-point harness and we go through corners at 160 miles an hour with the g-force pulling on our bodies. It’s like your neck is trying to fly off. To put it into simple terms, imagine you’re in the back of a car and someone goes round a roundabout quickly – yet going 50 times faster than that. My neck can see up to 50 kilos of force.

1pm 

My nutritionist says I need different colours so I have pasta with cucumber, tomatoes and yellow pepper to get the fuel in and carb up.

2pm 

Nap for 20 minutes – my trainer calls it a nap-uccino. I’ll have an espresso before because coffee takes a good 45 minutes to kick in so it helps me wake up. I need a little nap to reset, but I can’t overdo it or I feel like I don’t know where I am in the world. There aren’t many days I’m not moving. Deep down, I would love to be in a single location but, last week, I had nine flights in seven days. I’m pretty good with jet lag – my technique is shifting one hour per day. Before I travelled to Sydney for the Grand Prix, that took a lot of discipline. I started going to sleep one hour earlier each day so, the day before, I’m trying to sleep at 6pm, which messes with my brain.

3pm 

Interval training or a 12k run. Monaco is so small that I end up running to Italy, then France, and back over the border. I run the Grand Prix track, through the tunnel of the Monaco race, and do two laps of the harbour. It’s going to be an exciting season. I’ve always been the youngest and suddenly I’m the older of the two partners – when I was teammates with Lewis Hamilton, I looked up to him, so it does become a bit surreal. Kimi [Antonelli, George’s new partner for Mercedes after Lewis Hamilton left for Ferrari] is a great kid. He’s been thrown in at the deep end and he’s super-fast, I’m sure he’s going to keep me on my toes. I’m entering a different chapter in my career but it doesn’t change my approach. My job is to drive the car as fast as possible – whether I’ve got a seven-time world champion or an 18-year-old rookie as a teammate, I go about my business just the same.

5pm 

I’m terrible at relaxing, I can’t sit around. I like playing padel with the other drivers or free diving, which is incredible for clearing my mind, because you have to solely focus on your breathing. But the most time I ever have off is half a day. I don’t see anything in the Grand Prix destinations – I’m not taking this for granted and I’m not there to go sightseeing, I’m there to perform – but my favourite place is Austin because we always fly straight on to Mexico City afterwards, so we get to spend a couple of days there. On flights, I’ll watch the race from the year before to get into the rhythm of that race weekend.

7pm 

Within 200 metres of my flat, I’ve got the coffee shop I love – where I always see Toto Wolff – and my favourite restaurant, Cantinetta Antinori. I order yellowtail sashimi and this nice panettone they’ve somehow created a starter with. Their specialty is carbonara, so I’ll have that or a good steak, followed by tiramisu. My girlfriend Carmen [Montero Mundt] and I talk and catch up on the day.

9pm 

I try to be disciplined over scrolling social media as we live in a toxic world. It’s challenging being in the public eye, everyone’s got an opinion on what you do, what you say, how you look – it’s often quite amusing. Instead, I watch Lost, which I’ve never seen before and it’s a bit edge of the seat so it doesn’t help the sleep, but I wind down by turning the lights down and watching with blue light blocker glasses on, so I look a bit funny.

11pm 

My coach says sleep is free performance. I’m quite relaxed the night before a race. I believe in myself and – it sounds cliché – but what will happen will happen. If I put the maximum effort in, there’s nothing more I can do to give myself the best shot at victory. If you let nerves impact you, it’s going to impact the result. I get butterflies before every single race, we all feel an element of pressure and if you didn’t, you wouldn’t care, but I need to limit that as much as possible.

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my creature

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Very cool prompt game!!!

For geoscar maybe: 3 (let's get your warmed up), S (exhaustion), animal: at work far later, than you should be

It seems fitting for George hehe (and sorry idk what the animal should be)

small hours — Geoscar

rated G | hospital/nurse au | ficlet

Prompt submitted: “Lets get you warmed up.”+ exhaustion + at work far later than you should be.

“Are you not clocking out yet, Oscar?”

The boy looks up from the pile of documents in front of him and barely manages a, “Huh?” He blinks slowly until Yuki’s face becomes clearer. “Is it 11 already?”

“A little past that, yeah.” Yuki nods, then glances down at the papers scattered on the desk around the other and realises, “Ah. You took the extra work tonight. Again.”

Oscar stretches his arms and back as he nods. “Not that much.”

“How much longer are you staying?”

“I’m gonna leave at least by 1.”

Yuki sighs heavily. He shifts on his feet, leaning forward against the counter, “Oscar. You don’t even get anything out of this. Just go home.”

Oscar shakes his head at him, because that’s where his co-worker is wrong. “No, Yuki. I get praises and they make me feel good about working during this shit evening shift. I gotta make my suffering all worth it.” He hears a laugh from Yuki, before sooner, he hangs his head low in embarrassment  at what he just admitted.

“Right, right, right. Whatever makes you happy, man.” Yuki backs away, starting to leave while holding in a yawn. “Don’t catch a cold, Oscar. Dr. Webber is not going to like that. See you tomorrow.”

Oscar watches him disappear through the sliding glass doors, then looks down at his papers with a sharp exhale. Better get these all done, then. He checks the piles again and begins to second-guess himself. Could he really get all this done before 1 in the morning? There are three piles of patient charts he needs to go through. “This sucks.” He grumbles to himself, then shivers suddenly. Not to mention the AC in the hospital at night is extra cold too. Probably because the place is mostly empty. He is alone behind the counter because Lando disappears for the vending machine again (and definitely slacking), and the AC above him is blowing cool air like he’s burning in flames. He pushes through, anyway. The image of his bed at home is what only drives him so, even though his eyes are weighing more than a kilogram.

Unfortunately, he’s just gotten through half of what he’s supposed to check when he notices it’s almost time for him to get home as he promised himself. “Shit.” He squeezes his eyes shut and massages his temple, but he hardly can feel his fingers. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be home two hours ago?”

His head shoots up at the familiar voice and immediately, his heart rate speeds up a little. “Oh— uh, hey.” He cringes inwardly at his voice cracking, He clears his throat and tries again, “Hey, George.”

“Hi, Oscar.” The man waves while eyeing the charts Oscar is working on. “Busy again, aren’t you?”

“Oh—”

“This over resting at home?” George grins with his pearly white teeth as his gaze meets Oscar’s. “Seriously?”

This time, he fully hides his face and hangs his head lower, partly to focus on finishing the work and also to hide the blush on his cheeks. “Yeah… Pathetic, I know.”

George hums, clicks his tongue and says, “I’m not one to judge. Anyways, have you seen Lando?”

Oscar looks over at the empty chair behind him and shrugs. “Probably distracted with another sidequest again,” he murmurs, then shudders violently again for the past 10 minutes. He lets go of his pen and rubs his hands together to warm himself up. “This fucking AC, man.” He curses at the cold again, then blinks rapidly when his vision starts to get blurry all of a sudden.

“Mate, honestly, you should get home.” George speaks again.

But Oscar shakes his head. “Just a little more. I’m fine.” He grabs the pen again and grabs another chart. His eyes train on the words, however, the letters all look out of place and seem like a bunch of gibberish. Clearly, his brain is beginning to protest, which he yawns, then. “Do you need anything else, by the w— George?” He looks around to see the man is no longer there. Finally, he feels like he can breathe properly. He pats his face a few times, forces his eyes wide open, and continues pushing through. 

Well, he tries. For maybe another five minutes. 

Suddenly, he hears his name being called. And he blinks his eyes open, then realising his head is on the desk, and he was drooling on a patient’s paper. Which, he hurriedly wipes it off and covers the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Oscar?” It’s George again, but he’s somewhere behind him. He turns his head until his eyes drop at the brown cardigan over his shoulders. George’s face appears before him, then.

“Let's get you warmed up. I brought hot chocolate for you too. Here.” 

Oscar blinks a few times. Thankfully, the short nap did help make his brain function a bit better, and he can make out that George is sitting next to him with his own cup of hot black coffee. And it’s just them here alone. “Did you get to see Lando?” He asks that first of all. 

In response, George chuckles at him. “I did. He’s fallen asleep in the restroom.”

“He what?” Oscar wraps his hands around his drink for warmth. “Where is he now?”

“Don’t worry, he’s fine in Max’s room.”

“Oh...” He takes a sip carefully after blowing at it. It’s so good. He feels like his life is just saved. It’s less cold now as well — thanks to the cardigan, presumably George’s. Smells like him, alright. His cheeks warm up again at the thought, so he shakes his head and clears his throat to speak again. “Thanks for this, by the way.”

George waves his hand to dismiss it, “No problem, mate. It’s my break time, so this is nice.” He tells him with his sweet smile, despite the obvious eyebags he has going on for the past week.

Oscar smiles back sheepishly. “You’re until 7, then?”

“Yup,” George sighs at the answer. He turns his head at him and adds, “Is no one expecting you home?”

Oscar shakes his head. He loves being on his own, too. Though, his mother always calls him and tells him to find a roommate for safety reasons. “No, I live alone. You?” He mentally slaps himself. Why did he ask like that?

George smiles, anyway and nods. “My roommate owns a cafe, so he has to get up every morning at 6. By the time I get home, he often leaves some pancakes for me.”

Lucky, indeed, Oscar thinks. It's rare that you can find a decent roommate around. “Sounds like a sweet guy.” 

“He is. Talks too much, but— yeah. Sweet.” George chuckles.

The hot chocolate does get Oscar warmer and the cardigan especially is lovely, and feels heavier on him for some reason. His body sags in his chair tiredly when he hears George saying something beside him. But his ears can only catch fragments of it. Before long, his head tips sideways, his eyes flutter closed, and his hands are free of his cup.

“Alright. I think it’s time you should head home, Oscar.” He finally hears George clearly.

“Hmm, that’s a good idea.” Oscar yawns behind his hand, though he makes no move to stand up. “Five more minutes, though.”

George pats his shoulder with a soft smile surely Oscar will melt if he sees it. “Figures.”

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watched too many aaron hotchner edits and now i am contemplating watching criminal minds

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'Cause when I'm with him, I am thinking of you (thinking of you, thinking of you) Thinking of you What you would do if You were the one who was spending the night

Gewis edit wow ^w^