Her Reputation by Talbot Mundy

A cold wet nose thrust into her ear awoke Jacqueline. She tried to brush it away and go on sleeping, for there was a rather delightful sensation of being rocked gently in a cradle, although her left hip ached a little where she lay on something hard. But the wet nose reasserted itself several times, and she opened her eyes; whereat a mongrel dog promptly began licking her face, and she was aware of brown water everywhere, and a blue sky overhead.

The funny part was that she felt -- if not exactly happy -- confident; perhaps because the dog was friendly; first impressions when you wake make a world of difference. She sat up, pulled her shoes off, and poured the lees of water out of them. She was wet to the skin, but not so very wet; her clothes felt as if they were drying -- tickled horribly, and she stood up to let the wind blow through them.