Dingodile wasn't a very complex guy. At least he liked to think that much. Of course he was pretty complex, being some weird hybrid creature, but he'd gotten over that after a while. It was pretty weird for him when he was made, waking up without any memories of either of the lives that made him, and then ending up with such a tacky name. Dingodile. How creative. Because he's half dingo, half crocodile. It was his pal, Tiny Tiger, who came up with that name in the first place. No surprise that Tiny isn't the brightest bulb, but Dingodile still liked the guy.
Despite his dislike of the cold, Dingodile had set up his home on an iceberg. Mostly because it was fairly close to Cortex's Iceberg Lab, so he wouldn't have to go far if that tiny megalomaniac called for him. Still, the lack of heat tended to bother him, so he always had his trusty flamethrower nearby, just in case he needs a good ol' warming fire. Or just a fire. Dingodile quite liked fire, but not to an obsessive level. It was just handy for warmth and weaponry. He wasn't wearing it currently though, a fire was already lit in his fire place, and honestly lugging that thing around was bad for his back and he knew it, even if he's strong as a croc. Not to mention his house was a mere shack, he didn't want to go around all willy-nilly with that thing, he might end up burning the place down. It'd also probably end up destroying all his treasure possessions, like his collection of novels, especially his Shakespearean plays, or God forbid, his beautiful, pristine croquet mallet, and other junk he needed to play that.
Dingodile sure had some classy tastes despite being a simple guy, which could be a pain in his tail. No one really ever wanted to play croquet with him. Well Ripper Roo did but, Ripper Roo can't play all that well because he uses his mouth to hold the mallet, well actually, no one really can play well like that, Ripper Roo's better than the average person... er, animal, but not by that much. Tiny was also eager, but always hit the balls a little too hard. As in they flew off the iceberg and into the briny blue deep. At least they tried, he could be happy with that much. Pinstripe considered the game "a total snooze", Koala Kong never said anything, because that's how that guy is, but Dingodile knew it wasn't that big oaf's kind of game. Just like it wasn't Tiny's, but Tiny tried. Probably because they're, as the brutish tiger puts it, "bffs". It was a little corny, and pretty sappy, but Dingodile liked that kind of stuff, y'know, with his interest in classical Shakespeare works.
"Blimey, it's about time I got moving!" Dingodile woke up early for the sole reason of helping Cortex with some harebrained scheme, to once again try and defeat Crash, which would most likely fail. Sadly, he couldn't avoid turning up, despite how useless it'd be. That's how it is, a normal day for Dingodile. Maybe afterwards he'd hang out with Tiny, or get lunch with Ripper Roo, he could look forward to that much, at least. With that he slung his huge gas tank over his back, and waddled out the door of his rickety shack, off to drag through the cool snow until he reaches Cortex's towering lab.