Wearing white shoes in Denver is a dangerous game, full of brown, squishy land mines. Cole Haans, Nikes, Vans, flip flops and my bareass feet have all felt the ick of smushing dog poop beneath them, and you don’t have to venture into the grass to experience this. Denver is a city of turds, physically and metaphorically. With an estimated 158,000-plus dogs in the city, that’s anywhere from 28.8 to 43.3 million pounds of dog poop in Denver per year, depending on the size of the dump. And a buttload of it is displayed on our public sidewalks, in planters and parks, and, sometimes, right in front of your door. According to data from Denver’s 311 city services line, there have never been more than 555 complaints recorded over dog poop in a single year, with just under 370 logged last year. But open your third eye (or get a dog), and you’ll start noticing a lot more number twos while walking around Denver, especially in dense neighborhoods like Capitol Hill, the Golden Triangle and Five P...